Thanksgiving is over, which means to me that winter is officially here. It is a typical overcast, gray winter day outside and I realized that I don’t mind that at all. I love winter as much as any other season. I don’t think I could ever live somewhere that didn’t have seasons. Leo keeps threatening to move us to Alaska, which I could probably do for a little while, but not for long.
Along with winter comes Christmas time! Leo and I went on a long hike Monday in search of a Christmas tree. We scoured our 53 acres (Ok, probably not ALL 53) and found a nice one at the top of this small mountain behind the house. I wrapped my earmuffs around the trunk so that we could find it when we came back to cut it down. After climbing down the mountain and back up another hill to get to the house we, of course, found a perfect tree right off the yard! So, we cut that one down and my earmuffs are still in the middle of the woods. Sigh…I doubt I’ll see them again, unless a raccoon scurries across the yard wearing them.
So we’ve been decorating our 11-foot home-grown Christmas tree and putting lights up in the house. It feels just like a log cabin should during the holidays! We just need some snow on the roof.
