I woke this morning to gray light. I could feel the stillness of the snow even though I was snug as a bug in a rug.
This is the view from my bedroom window…this is what was missing. It feels Christmas-y now.
I put my boots on and ventured out to look at the brook.
The brook runs right next to the barn, it sounds comforting. I think of all the people who have lived here the past 200 years and listened to the same babbling water. Living in the country, it makes me feel less alone.
The shed in the back looks cold and forlorn. We haven’t done anything with it…there’s bunk beds in it but truthfully I can’t imagine sleeping it for fear a bear would come knocking.
The old truck is almost reaching vintage status…almost?
I hope these last few days before Christmas find you warm and happy.