The Earth is deliciously ornamental around here. For the first time since I can remember, the windshield was a solid sheet of ice, & all around us are frosty weeds, steamy slews & sparkle-topped topiaries. It's beginning to look a lot like Solstice...
The colder it gets, the more we are heading outside. The boys strip their hats, jackets & jump into trees, creek beds, have me scaling walls in robust games of follow-the-leader. Everytime I plan an advent activity by the fire, they come up with the better idea of "get up, let's go!" And we've been fitting them in, the paper-chains, the chocolate & peppermint covered pretzels. But the magic has been where it's always been. On the trees. In the bushes. Under logs, under foot.
When their heads hit those blessed pillows, I am gratefully with them. This is the first night in so many that I am up, here, in this space. And the sleep has been wonderful. So goodnight. Or good morning. I can't wait to see what's out there.
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