Monday, December 27, 2010
Last night the temperature dipped low in the 20's F. The house was a chilly 59 when we woke up this morning, making it difficult to climb out of a toasty warm bed. In no time, we had a fire blazing in the stove. How good it felt.
Doing chores just now reminded me that I need to have winter gloves in my coat pocket from now on. Cold fingers are not much fun. I gathered eggs, took time to look around and then headed to the garden to pick winter greens for supper. It is a blessing to be able to eat from the garden most of the winter.
Once again, its time to get the fire blazing as the evening draws close.
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...