The snow began blowing yesterday, then resigned itself to falling in slow white clusters heavy upon the earth. This morning we all bundled up to take Papa in to work and then bring sweet wiggly Chaser to his six month appointment with our pediatrician.
A few errands while Papa worked included picking up a box of fabric from a new friend, stopping at a favorite discount grocery store where we loaded up on bags of organic veggies for less than a dollar each, and a quick run to a thrift store where I exercised self control and bought nothing.
Burritos, yogurt, and scalloped potatoes made up our curious but delicious leftover lunch before whisking the littlest ones off to a nap and settling two of the oldest down with lessons. Papa, Christopher and I bundled up and took the truck to move wood from the stacks at the back of our property to the porch. Christopher is such a hard worker. I absolutely love hearing his little man grunts as he tossed pieces of firewood up into the truck.
The cold sank into my barn boots by the end of the second load, hurrying me inside for the woodstove to thaw fingers and toes. I love New York state but I have a strong dislike for its politics and winters. But here God has us for now.
After lessons, Douglas and Christopher filled up the wood piles in the kitchen and living room. Tonight I am sitting by a very creatively stacked woodpile and am so thankful for my hardworking boys. The fingers flying away on a Christmas knitting project are warm.