During those long winter days it's a common thing in our house to hear the repetitive whir of the spinning wheel as it goes round and round, followed by the click-click-click of knitting needles. It's quite comforting actually.
Something happens at this time of year though. There's an unexplained pull towards the sewing machine and the whir and the click are replaced by the hum. With the windows wide open I can smell the lilac bushes and see the chickens as they wander about the yard. It's a lovely place to sit.