And if the deep blue knitting hadn't banished my winter weariness, a trip to Palm Springs certainly did the trick. My parents generously gathered us, my brothers and their girlfriends, and my grandparents together for a week of poolside days and multi-generational dinners. My grandma and I knitted, we all lazied in the lazy river, the kids were passed from their dad to uncle to grandpa to great-grandpa. My mom lovingly prepared meals with kids of all generations pitching in to help. It was a mid-winter treat in so many ways.