I’m feeling the magic of the holiday tickle softly, like a snowflake flurrying down and landing on my nose. The contemplative spirit of Winter Solstice coming soon is always a cheerful time for me.
After sending off the last of the Christmas packages in the tiny post office in the back, I spent a pleasant half hour at my favorite social spot, while the sky darkened and the rain began to fall. In my opinion this place really does have the best brew in the valley . . .
In the warmth of a bustling cafe, watching through the window the door opening and closing and opening again while I knit several rounds of lace. Then without so much as a blink I’ll be heading up the mountain homeward in low gear up the Oakville Grade.
I am just knitting through a flurry of last minute gifts . . .
what are you up to?