It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like …
Winter. Freezing cold winter. Not a flake of snow. Just ice cold air. My outdoor thermometer read 12 degrees today.
In an effort not to become embittered by a season which makes me wish they had a clothing-line made from the electric blanket I slept with as a kid, I’m going to celebrate some of the memories being made over here …
Our hunt for a Christmas tree embodies the (very few) downsides to our move. Last year in Virginia was our first annual trip to the Christmas tree farm where we forged a tradition cutting down our tree. This year we bought one from Lowe’s. Apparently Missouri doesn’t grow firs and
I we decided getting a tree we liked trumped the experience of cutting one down.
Look at the expressions on their faces. They were just as happy to be at Lowe’s instead of that boring country farm at the base of the Blue Ridge serving warm cider. Lowe’s was incredible, in fact. Pure glee.
The kids have had a ball dancing around the house to Jon Thurlow’s Christmas Album as we’ve pulled out our winter-wear and have begun making this place feel more cozy.
And after I attended my first-EVER craft party hosted by a girl who puts Martha Stewart to shame (intimidating for a left-brainer like me — I offered to bring the scissors), I was inspired to breathe some expression on my mantle.
All the more reason to hole-up and stay inside for the next 3 months!