December

The funny thing is we've grown used to not getting a white Christmas. Or even a very cold Christmas. So this burst of Arctic air is a shock to our sensibilities. Oh, I know it's just a small dose of what is, after all, typical Wisconsin winter weather and it's likely that by Christmas it will all mellow out, but still, everything seemed to come quickly this year, including winter.

And yes, we woke up to a light coating of snow. Pretty, actually.We had a visitor, too.

The deer may be brave, but all the remaining farmette animals are hiding. Not a creature is stirring outside.

Well, maybe a bird or two.

Breakfast, as cozy as it gets! The fake candles are back. (You'll recall that Ed said no to the real ones. They irritate his breathing apparatus.)

We stay inside. Of course we do. I take advantage of online sales and I start in on card writing. In front of the tree, with a mug of tea at the side. It feels wonderful!

Eventually I head out to pick up the grandgirl at school. On the way, I make a quick stop at the post office. There is a line. Not so much for mailing reasons, but for submitting passport applications. Are people thinking of next summer's vacations? Or, is it typical to take care of such stuff in the busiest postal weeks before Christmas? Hmm....

Snowdrop is in high spirits. 

 

 

I press her a little for details, but she cant quite put her finger on the "why." Gym: she liked gym class. And she liked the Advent calendars at the farmhouse. And snacks -- I was agreeable to her favorites. But you cant probe too much. Kid sadness -- that's another story. You want to make sure they can wiggle out of whatever ails them. Kid happiness? It's theirs to hold dear to their growing hearts. 

Eventually I drop her off at her drama rehearsal and I continue on to do a weekly grocery catch up. It is, of course, late when I get home. We're still picking out chunks of leftover turkey for our supper salads. I tell Ed this is the last day where Thanksgiving turkey is deemed safe to eat. He listens. Smiles. Shrugs. Me, I'm officially turning the page on the last bits of Thanksgiving. It's December 2nd! Such a lovely time of the year...