I will say it again - that I just love these days between Christmas and New Years. A time to regroup and lay low. It is even easier to do with a virus keeping me quiet for a day or two at least.
The goats are enjoying the Christmas tree.
We've been blessed with another bounty of birch. The ice storm left birch trees hanging in the road so the road crews cut them down and left them on the sides.
The temperatures have dropped dramatically today so that the windows are icing over. But the pond, after 40 degree weather yesterday and some rain, is perfect!
I was able to get a sweater off to a now-not-so-new cousin.
And I am finally catching up with letter writing and some holiday cheer using handmade note cards stamped with a stamp I made at a class this past summer.
I am thinking lots over these last few days if there is such a thing as too simple. I mean we can go days without leaving our home except to do mailings. Is it ok to miss out on all the world has to offer? Or is fulfillment more a state of mind. So many people I know (and I used to be like this) think that the grass is always greener. Not that living out one's dreams isn't admirable and truly what I think we are supposed to do during this one life we have. But, what if your dreams are small now and maybe all the little things really are big things - I guess it just depends upon how you look at it.