Fresh snowfall–honestly a light dusting or the opening of the heavens are all wonderful. But to me the best is waking up to big flakes after it has snowed all night, the ground and trees covered in a thick white heaping serving of it. Deep enough to get lost in.
Coming inside to warm up
A creamy warm drink
Baked apples
Christmas lights
A cloudless night sky
Snow angels
Walking on a frozen lake
Animal prints in the snow
Clouds of breath in the cold
Big socks over fitted leggings
Hand warmers
Better yet, holding warm hands
Sitting in the shower
My friend, Jill, made me an olive oil sugar scrub. That, and using it while sitting in the shower, a hot one.
I found an enameled cast iron at the thrift so…
Thrifting
Cooking in an enameled cast iron
Sun on the snow
Snuggling with my Jasper
Some sweetie pies got me a fishing pole for Christmas. It’s pink and very cute. They (very creatively) drilled holes in the bottom and top of several boxes, and stacked the boxes up with the (very light) pole upright inside. Passing through each hole, it took up very little space in the massive packaging. I was very confused, and the littlest of the sweetie pies was very eager. I had just begun to unwrap when he shouted (involuntarily, it seemed), “It’s a fishing pole!” with so much excitement and pure glee. The biggest smile on his face. All of this. All of it is nectar to me.
