food, crochet, merriment
Tip toe on over here and let me show you something. Oh, wait. I really don’t want my kids to see–so I’ll meet you behind the “Secrets” tab…or just CLICK HERE. You’ll see a bit of what’s up for Christmas in these parts.
:} hee, hee…
Oh, yes–and Happy Winter Solstice everyone. This day–Tuesday December 21 is an amazing rarity. Find out why–right HERE. Winter officially begins today at 3:38 pm. Imagine that!
Isn’t it funny how you can put up all the Christmas decorations that have been stored away for months–but that magical, Christmas-y feeling doesn’t really sink deep into your bones until the lights go on? That’s when it really hits me that it’s Christmas time again. We’re still in the middle of the decorating at our place–but I’m excited to see the lights go up.
Woke up to all this–at last, at last!
Finally, Mother Nature actually listened to my chanting and begging for snow—and turned Mr. Frost loose in our neck of the woods. Yee haw!
Of course, you know, my dream is to be totally and completely snowed in–when my whole family is home, of course. That way, we’d just sit around and play games, and cook ridiculously yummy things and goof around and be together.
You know, like the early readers always talked about in grade school.
“One very snowy day, Dick and Jane looked out the window. The ground was white. The sky was white. Everything, everywhere was white. There was snow, snow, SNOW! They could not go out. They had to stay in. There was too, too, too much snow!”
The perfect day for reading the new books in the basket,
doing a bit of old-fashioned Christmas card writing,
and especially dreaming of the jolly fellow with that big bag of toys.
“It’s the most wonderful timmmme of the year…”
Ok, so it’s November 5th and you would think that nippy weather and snow would be almost expected by now—even welcomed by some of us right? Well, of course, right.
But here’s the snafu–this picture was taken 3 weeks ago on a random snowy day, 1 day–wedged right in between weeks of 70 degree days, then, and ever since. In fact, it’s getting kinda creepy how warm it is right now. We’re in the Rocky Mountain for Pete’s sake! It’s November and I’m still wearing sandals and haven’t even put on my coat yet…not once.
Where’s the “Jack Frost nipping at your nose” thing that should be going on?!
How can we possibly get into the holiday spirit when it’s sunny and warm out there? Mother Nature–what are you thinking? You are confusing us all. Sheesh.
I speak for the snow lover’s of the world when I say, “We’re being robbed, and something MUST be done!”
Therefore, we will be out back all day, chanting for real, true, November weather to replace this ridiculous May stuff. Yes, I said chanting.
You are welcome to join us.
Bring your own cymbals.
Oh, and don’t tell my mom…chanting gives her the heebee jeebies.
Oh, yes. I am in love again. This does happen quite frequently–doesn’t it?
If you have the deep and abiding love of peppermint–like I do, then my wish for you is that you have this lovely experience sometime in your life. Purely, pepperminty hand lotion. Have you ever heard of such a thing? This particular brand is from William Sonoma–I know, I know…just a tad snooty. But oh my goodness! This was just the perfect little touch of luxury that I was needing right about now, you know? Didn’t hurt my feelings at all that it was 50% off either! Might just be a great gift for Valentine’s Day–if you throw the hints the right way.
My little Jillian tucked this surprise in with some other Christmas goodies and let me just say, “Hea-ven!” It smells just like my daddy’s “sugar room” from when I was a kid. He was a chef and made candy and cakes and pulled sugar taffy that always smelled like peppermint. Mmmmmm.
It’s all I can do not to lick my fingers—but even I know that would be unwise. I have no idea if the brand makes a difference or not–but I’m telling you…
If you get the chance to be near Peppermint lotion in this or the next life–take it. Or come over to my house and I’ll share a smidge…just a smidge.
Then you gotta get your own.
