A white Christmas. Oh, how my children hoped and prayed. The rain turned to snow on the drive out to my brother's house on Christmas morning. It brought tears to my eyes. What a magical day.
My children woke up to a little stack of gifts on our doorstep last week. Among them, the most charming garden journal from my most charming friend who brought a little wonder to our family that day. This, along with a small but elaborate indoor growing system from my husband (who possibly took seriously my joke about growing marijuana?), have me dreaming big for the spring. Today, I'm planting microgreens and parsley.
And look, friends! I picked nine large tomatoes that had been growing on the world's ugliest plant in our dining room. These are Cherokee Purple. Fresh tomatoes in January!
Winter projects: New books for the winter term, squishy new yarn, and a read aloud for all.
A delightful surprise in the mail from Elisa - new stitch markers! Aren't they lovely? They even coordinate with my knitting.
Slow cooked oatmeal. I ate the little paper packets of flavored oatmeal as a child and didn't like it much so I never revisited oatmeal as an adult. Slow cooked oatmeal is nothing like the little paper packets. I made mine with cranberries, walnuts, ground flax seeds, and about a half teaspoon of maple syrup. I'm a little under the weather right now and it is all I want to eat.
It was a lovely, if frantic and overwhelming, Christmas season. My husband returned to work today and it's time I get everything back in order to start the new year.