Sunday - 275th

 Is it better to do a small bit here and there, touching everything but finishing nothing? Or, should you do one thing but do it with care and exactitude? Don't tell me the latter, because my day was a ragbag of odds and ends. But, as is often the case, scraps and bits of cloth can be so pretty in their own right. It may not matter that they're never sewn together to form something useful and enduring.

A cold day. Let's start with that. Below freezing, all day. Yesterday's snow is crispy and in places, a bit slick. But very lovely!

 

 

 

(The cats keep an eye on me as I do my morning walk. Perhaps they believe I'm on a mouse hunt myself...)

Inside again, I do some spot cleaning. I just don't have time for a major anything. But that's okay! If you came over, you'd think things were tidy enough!

A late breakfast.

I realize then that I am short on a bunch of groceries. An hour of shopping. On line. For delivery later in the afternoon.

And then it strikes me that I am supposed to wrap gifts today. 

I carry them all down, I decide on papers. I get to maybe 5% of what I have to do before Christmas. But hey! The few boxes under the tree look very pretty!

Ed reminds me that we promised ourselves a skiing adventure. Not a long one. Just to our local park. Let's go! Now!

Again, it's a minimalist adventure: one loop, in the silence of a beautiful winter afternoon.

But it's enough! You don't need a whole day in the forest to feel regenerated by its quiet embrace. A hug never lasts long and yet it soothes you. Is a short moment in the woods any different?

And now I am home and I need to get dinner going. I have just enough time to cook up a standard family supper. I can throw in some roasted beets and peppers and cheeses for a predinner munch. Sometimes you can stitch together something special out of nothing.

The young family comes.

And now there's nothing rushed about the day. This is when we allow ourselves to slow down. I'll go back to hop scotching my way through the day tomorrow and the next day. But now -- t's evening. Me, I still have to write my post, but you -- maybe you can allow yourself some couch time. With someone, alone, with a book, maybe music? Definitely a candle. Maybe some popcorn.

This is the time to work on generating hope for the next day and the one after that.

With love...