[the pupsicle]
It’s been snowing here. I keep meaning to go out to my studio and do a bit of cleaning and organizing before I get to work on Monday but every time I look out the windows I find myself perfectly pleased with making pots of tea and reading books under quilts in the living room. There’s just something about the first snow of winter that feels like gently drifting doves descending on my heart. I’m calm. I’m content. I like putting things in the oven and building delicious soups on the stove top.
Today we made a pot of elk chili, a thermos of tea and headed into some higher country to do a bit of tromping about in the weather. There’s nothing so great as the burning chill of winter rose in the cheeks, tumbly fingers fumbling in the cold and the steady fall of winter hush in the round. I hope you had a restful sabbath. It’s pumpkin soup for dinner here and perhaps a bit of reading before my eyes close to night. Stay cozy, wherever you are.
xx
Plume