No matter how many times I waken to see hoar frost decorating the landscape, I can’t seem to resist the magic as it beckons me outside. It is much like the first warm day of spring; the first crimson leaf spotted; or the first blanket of snow. I had a craft that called for tiny bits of cedar so we bundled up and ventured out into the cool air to gather what we needed. We wandered up into the woods and headed for the pond. It really is the best way to start a day (when my overactive imagination doesn’t think about coyotes and bears that is). The dogs raced back and forth. Soma tends to go just out of view and that come crashing back out onto the path, but I noticed Huck would stop when he would get too far from us and sit looking back at us and in the direction Soma had gone. It seemed like he didn’t want to leave us alone on the path.
We came back to a warm house warmed by fire (we have yet to turn on our propane furnace this season!) and scented with crock pot beef stew. I opened the turquoise trunk that holds our Christmas decorations and began stringing lights around the perimeter of our front room while the kids squealed excitedly, pulling decorations from their safe places, and becoming tangled in tinsel. I wrote “joyeux noel” with a chalk pen on the front window.
The rest of the day will be for making mini wreaths (if only I can find my glue gun), making date squares, and stringing cranberries. Mike will come home to see twinkle lights in the windows and be greeted with warm stew and pastry ready for the table. We will listen to Loreena Mckennitt’s Christmas music (and ,very likely, Silas’ post nap/ no nap tantrum. We will bath the kids and then settle in a night in front of the fire.
Sometimes this life of one income and one car in the country can feel as though it is somehow lacking, but then there are days such as this, when it feels so utterly luxurious.
go gently + be wonderful