We never intended to wait ten days deep into the new year to wish you happiness, but here we are at last. Where have we been? Outside often...in the glory of snow.
Yes, it snowed. Finally. Deeply. It was an actual blizzard. The girls tied a rope from the house to our makeshift barn, a trick they learned in the Laura Ingalls Wilder books. They didn't need the rope, as we don't live on the Great Plains but are surrounded by a windbreak of beautiful pines and old hardwoods. But it was fun to pretend they might need a rope and lots of pluck to keep their goats and chickens nourished. (Their mama believes they are plucky every morning— to leave warm beds for the morning rounds.)
Snow means sledding on the back hill.
We'll be back here more frequently now that we are in our groove for the new year. We hope to share the best of winter with you—books by the fire and walks in the woods and a good browse through the seed catalogs and kitchen work to warm the house and nourish us too.
New year...here we come!