The first day of December.
We woke up to so much frost that Little Bird thought it had snowed.
Great big crystals formed around blades of grass and along the bark of fallen limbs.
Hot chocolate to warm busy little homeschooling hands.
A trip to the farm for fresh milk… to talk with the chickens… making peace with the rooster that was waring with Kater…
I’ll have to this weekend.
I wish I didn’t for the sake of time at home with family… I miss them and treasure time we can be quiet together. But if one is going to ‘work’ I think I have a most excellent job. Riding on a train. Reading ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas… singing Jingle Bells… seeing the wonder of the North Pole reflected on little faces…
Anticipation.
Preparation.
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