something about this shivery baby maple makes me happy and lonely all at once. beautiful, brave little guy.
it is glimmery bright and white-skied cold out there, hills of snow squeaking under my weight and slipping wet into my boots.
i love the morning and the glitter and, well, not so much the frigidness, but most everything else about december is sublime.
[if the top quilt looks oddly familiar, that's because it is. this is the lovely thing i started back in 1972 and am just now quilting in trying-to-be-straight lines with my ebayed walking foot.]
if all goes well, it shall bundle up under the UglyFakeTree as our gift to elle.
few things warm this heart of mine more than boxes of love (the edible-drinkable kind of love) that pop up in the mail from back home.
little pearls from the mister. not only are they the best kind of m&ms in candied existence, he gets extra credit for fighting back his aversion to coconut for the fifteen minutes required to stand in line and purchase and drive home with them.
a feverish little (who's doing much better now).
a second grade masterpiece.
missives strung bright along the hearth.