Winter Desert

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.

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