I love those blessed days of “nothing special.” We already had most of the holiday rehearsals and concerts, the parties, the present-buying, etc. Now, it is happily a smooth ride into the final holidays of the year. I find myself in a bit of a rush to create the final Christmas and birthday presents. The kind of chores that are fun and a pleasure to work on. Then, there are the Christmas cards and details that I don’t remember until they are a late rush.
Today, we bottled half of the white wine my husband fermented in the barn for the last few months. It is delicious! We had to add a little sugar to balance out the dryness, but it is better than most of the bottles we buy at the grocery store and then cross our fingers will fit our tastes. I had to sample it to make sure it was right before we bottled it, so I am feeling more mellow than normal at mid-day!
I am weaving projects to give to my closest friends. Of course, they are not turning out quite as I expected, so I am having to alter my expectations. Flexibility is the name of the game when you are learning a new skill
I have observed a new character out at the barnyard when I visit the chickens, lately. A rabbit is often there, debating whether it is safe to hang out under the coop while I tromp about. This morning, she was huddled in a shivering clump in front of the run, not too interested in moving while I wandered about, feeding everyone their breakfast. I took a couple pictures, then sprinkled a little goat feed next to her in case she needs some sustenance. I hope she is healthy. I’ll keep an eye out, but I don’t think I could do anything for her even if she weren’t.
I laid in bed last night, listening to a ferocious wind storm raging outside the windows. Apparently it came with bad tornadoes in other regions so we lucked out to just get wind. It was in the 50’s this morning, for a nice change, but the wind hid the balmy temperatures. Now the snow is beginning to blow in. It is December!
Well, back to a blissful afternoon of weaving. These are my favorite kind of days.