Monday

I have three little elves on the little farmhouse tree. Symbols. One for each grandchild.






This, in addition to the simple ornament of the two little children (girls!) looking out a window pane. I've had that for decades. My two little girls.

There are a few other symbols hanging down from the branches: chickens, for our farmette life. A pine cone Santa. Candles of light. Macarons. And that's it. I like to look up at the tree and one or another of these comes into focus and it always makes me smile. My deepest affections, summarized on a tree.

One may well look at the colors on that tree, because it is, otherwise, a gray and foggy day. The cheepers hide in the the barn. The porch cats stay on the porch, playing.






We're waiting for real winter weather. It's expected, within hours.

Breakfast prep: this is when you remind yourself how utterly warm and cozy your home is.






In the afternoon, I head to the kids' school. First, I go for Sparrow.






Then Snowdrop. We make our way home. (She is wearing a dress of her choice. The young family is heading to a holiday party in the evening. She'll surely be a conversational ice breaker!)






Sparrow, not that book again!!






(The prancing unicorn...)






And then the sun sets and the clouds clear and the temperature falls. Tomorrow will surely feel like the thick of winter.