Today we got the first big snow of the season. It started last night, with huge, flat flakes that were perfect intricate fractals. When I woke, there was a duvet of snow.
It was Lizzie’s first big snow. She loved it, tearing exuberantly up and down the yard. Luca, too, loves snow, and was delighted to have a playmate. Throughout the day, they would cycle from playing in the snow, then come in for a thorough toweling off (known as “dog rubbies”) and a nap. Repeat.
Erik got a WFH day, so it was a cozy Wednesday. It is easy to love my life. Steel cut oats for breakfast, with fancy coffee. In the afternoon, there was potato bacon soup on the stove. The evening brought a fire and movies.
I’ve said in the past that I garden “for the lifestyle”. I love the feeling of going to the garden, and using what is available. Now, even in winter, the garden provides. I plucked winter savory and thyme for the bouquet garni, and plucked a leaf from my baby bay tree in the library.
When it came time to serve dinner, I slipped off my indoor sheepskin boots, and slipped on snow boots. I wrapped myself in the cape I keep by the back door, and went out into the night.
The moon was huge, bright, and full. The warm fire inside lent a scent of woodsmoke to the air. Lizzie danced alongside me. I walked around the house to the greenhouse and cut a handful of green onions for garnish.
Erik and I watched Encanto, and then a weird 1960s movie called “How to murder your wife”. The aesthetic is great. The plot, as is usually true for rom coms of the era, is extremely fucked up.
To end the evening, I roasted marshmallows in the fire and made s’mores. Erik made himself a perfectly toasted marshmallow. (Lizzie was interested.)
My life is good. My home is warm, and filled with nourishing food and objects that spark joy. May I remember always to count my blessings.
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