I wish I blogged more. Honestly I don't blog on this computer nearly as much in part because it isn't updated enough to even aknowledge buttons for me to push like: add pictures. So I just have to blindly guess what it might say when my cursor passes over something and changes from an arrow to a hand with a pointed finger. Today is a beautiful Icy day. Though it is beginning to drip a bit now, the sun is setting soon and I imagine it will be muy slick out there, like it was all morning. Although I have enjoyed this indoor day, my only dissapointment lies in that I cannot get to the store to buy gray and navy yarn for a special request hat that someone ordered for their babe last night. I expect with this warm front though (upper twenties, low thirties as opposed to fifteen) that I will be able to get out and drive tomorrow. I have spent the day instead with my sweet little children in their jammies, running about the house wildly. I have been out to gather many bundles of wood and spent much time stoking and repositioning the fire. Baked three loaves of herbed tomatoe bread, the kind that turns out so pretty because you smear it with egg yolk, it looks like fake play bread sometimes, I swear.
The children and I read stories about the winter solstice, their favorite if Johanna and the spindle which I actually needle felted a doll set to go with the story for them in September.
I brought Daphne (my youngest angora rabbit) in for her brushing today, George was yesterday but I am thinking Daisy might still make it in for tonight. I felt the need to stop and share my day a bit, maybe I can get back into the swing of bloggerryness. But now I shall off tho sew doll blankets with my little ladies and string cranberries for our tree. I really do love the winter.
