When winter settles over the garden and the petunias rest beneath frost-kissed glass, my hands find purpose in yarn, thread, and timber...Crafting becomes my warmth—an afghan stretched across my lap as I stitch its story, each loop a quiet echo of spring’s return. From crocheted dolls to quilted comfort, this page is a glimpse into my handmade hibernation, where creativity blooms even when the soil sleeps.