New Year

New Year's eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights.

~Hamilton Wright Mabie

A Warm and Lovely Weekend

There was a quiet morning of opening thoughtful gifts; a spectacular Christmas morning sunrise and a lazy day of lounging and cooking. As the sun set, we sat for a 14 course Indian Feast, prepared by me...May I say? It was delicious. We had sleepover guests, so the loveliness spilled onto Boxing Day. Vegan waffles and fresh from California tangerines for breakfast and leftovers with hot samosas for lunch. We painted and played music and jacks. We read books and dreamed of cool names for our food cart. All of this was followed by a long winter's nap. Husbandly had to return to the grind, but I am basking in the glow of a lovely, lovely weekend. My heart is full of love and gratitude for the sweet life we have forged together.

A gray, blustery day sways outside the windows, but Merry The Wonder Beagle and I are basking in the glow of all of the love and joy that spilled out into our home these blessed days. I hope your heart glows like mine today.

Long Silences Means Full Life

So many details fill my days. Singing, planning, drawing, painting, sewing, what a wonderful time to pass this time of ours. I have a little holiday time for nesting and decorating and putting the finishing touches on our handmade portion of the holidays. So much to be thankful for this season. We have health and love and even a little sunshine. Who says climate change is a bad thing...?

The Christmas Tree Stand is a recent acquisition. $20 at our favorite vintage store. We love it so much, we kind of habitually tilt our neck downward to enjoy its beauty. The slippers are shoes for pre-schoolers stitched by 14 year olds, cute, no?

Xo.

Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rage at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

Things I Miss

Ha. Hamburgers, Fruit Stands and Ocean Breezes. I would call that low maintenance. The Husbandly wanted to stop for In-N-Out swag, we couldn't just leave the site of The In-N-Out University without eating something. It really was the most beautiful burger. The bun was glistening, it was perfection. Husbandly really enjoyed himself. Like I said, we are a simple people.

Quick Trip South

We took a quick trip to Los Angeles. It never disappoints. We drove through the farms of Oxnard and Ventura, munching on too juicy oranges and fresh pomegranate. The weather was fine and clean and clear after a deluge on Sunday morning. Just the way I like it!

After The Rain

My favorite days in The City of Angels are the days that follow a storm. The rain and wind wash away all of the grit that settles on the city, allowing it to twinkle and sparkle like the jewel she really is...I hear the skies are grumbling today, meaning tomorrow, the city will be sparkling. And I will get to see her!