We started the day with bacon sandwiches (our home grown bacon), watching the snow falling heavily outside. It has continued to fall through the day, the edges of the world becoming plump and round and the thick flakes snuggle on top of one another. The day is slipping by in pleasant normality, not an apocalypse in sight. This is our second December living here, but to me it feels like the first.
– A chap who knows how to clear driveways and a new and improved slightly ancient tractor;
– Silly dogs who make me laugh;
– Children being able to spend the day making a ‘snow wall’ outside, life skills at work;
– A truly beautiful bouquet of flowers, sent from my Dad, that are perfuming the kitchen as I sit here writing.
I haven’t ventured out much, a little walk around to check on the chickens (they are resolutely NOT coming out of their cosy coop) and then some supervising as Stephen tries out our ‘on loan’ snow blower (the snow is too wet it would seem). I’m glad to have a warm house to cosy up in and nowhere that I have to be.
The boys are in the bath (actually now I think of it they’ve been there for about an hour now I come to think of it…), Stephen is ploughing the drive and I’m taking the chance for a sneaky and actually hot cup of tea at the kitchen counter. We have nothing major planned for today, just being together feels like a wonderful celebration all on it’s own. It’s been quite a year here at the farm, a year of discovery and challenge and lots of work. I’m looking forward to another one…after a little bit of a rest that is. Tea anyone?