outside : inside (with narration)

outside:




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.










in:




[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.

:)