Miss Chef pointed out to me earlier today that I hadn’t posted anything new since Thanksgiving. “I’ve been sick,” I told her. But the real truth is, I haven’t been inspired by anything. New new donkey sightings. Few Rosie walks. And the whole Thanksgiving holiday wiped me out, so no deep, philosophical musings.
So all you get today is what I’ve found in my camera. This first one isn’t very holiday-y at all (unless you’ve been doing some baking, in which case I say, “Send me some!”) I finally ended up with a single grocery-store egg and a single local egg in a bowl together. I don’t have to tell you which is which, do I?
That was for the buttermilk pancakes I made while my parents were visiting. That was the same day that Miss Chef and I went and bought our Christmas tree. I suppose it’s not very environmentally friendly to chop down a living tree every year, but I’m not sure which is worse, that or buying a petroleum based artificial one. Tradition wins out here.
We also bought a real wreath, which I decorated with berries from our otherwise annoying nandina plants.
After this picture, I realized that the storm door couldn’t close all the way with this fat shrub in the way. More importantly, the door hid the wreath, so now it’s strung up outside the storm door.
I had to wait until the next day for Miss Chef to help me put the lights up on the tree. My parents offered to help, but Miss Chef and I have developed a method to passing the lights back and forth around the tree. It eliminates a lot of potential fractiousness, which seems to be the theme of Christmas lights. I did allow them to help with the ornaments, though!
We went with a blue, silver and white theme this year. Looks like we could use some more blue ornaments. Not that I really want any more ornaments to lug in and out of the storage closet!
It wasn’t until yesterday that I had a chance to set up the train and Christmastown underneath the tree. Here’s a shot of Main Street, leading to the farm at the end of the block.
The old farmhouse has seen better times…I half expect Dorothy to come wandering out in a daze. Looks like Uncle Henry got himself a new truck, though.
A shot of the barnyard. The cows don’t seem to mind the caboose rolling by.
For the first time since moving in, we finally got some lights on the outside of the house! Not many, but enough to shout our defiance in the face of the longest nights of the year. Here’s to light and hope, and the cycles of life that start forever anew.