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Snow and Sleet

When Grandmother shakes her quilt, children come running from their homes, catching snowflakes on their tongues. Grown-ups build their wood piles high and scurry for sweaters and mittens and skis. . .
~Grandmother Winter :: Phyllis Root
Thought it was in the seventies on Friday, the weather changed rapidly and we found ourselves driving home, in the dark with one headlight, through snow and sleet.  It wasn't enough to make things unsafe, not where we were, but it was enough to give a Christmas feel to the whole day.  We spent the afternoon on The Big Wash and visiting with Kim (Hello, Kim!), which was so nice.  Laurel enjoyed her and even said she could look at my cookbook, which says something.  Having ten children helps, too, when it comes to a wily three-year old. ;-)

Later, we drove out to the Old Davis Homeplace and then over to Grindstone to visit an old, old friend.  We worked together in the Ranger Brandy days and it was just like I had never left.  I am seldom one to talk about the past, but this was such a warm occasion in his camper in the darkening snowy woods.  Some people are just so comfortable and this is how I would describe him.  We heard the story of how he and his wife met over sixty years ago, and their early life together.  He said she could make a meal out of nothing, which I think is the best compliment for a home cook.

It's cold today and windy, so much that I'm not sure I will open the shades.  I love it when that day comes.  I'm getting out the wool blankets, and we read The Tomten and Grandmother Winter this morning.  I am so excited about Winter this year, however it turns out.  Katherine and I are headed out for another hike (all these friends in one weekend!) and I'm planning to gather some firewood.  With all the wildfires lately, I don't think the woods will mind one bit if I drag out a few fallen branches.


( 1 tree — Plant a Forest )
Nov. 20th, 2016 07:25 pm (UTC)
This post just has a Christmas mood about it--I love it.♥ So glad that you are surrounded by the warmth and hospitality of good friends!

Susan ♥
( 1 tree — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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