The quiet noises of an ice storm are rather magical. The crystal clinking of the ice-clad branches. The occasional crash of a limb or treetop as it succumbs to the weight of the increasing ice load.
We are sitting in our warm homes before hot fires while the white fluffy stuff settles in rapidly around us. Ella has been on her two favorite Snow Day Predictor sites and it looks like either a 71% chance of a snow delay, or 99% chance of a second snow day this week. She’s going with her favorite – the second site.
I am hopeful that on Sunday night we will all be able to sit in front of a lit tree and a warm fire—that is the ultimate seasonal reward.
There certainly is a surge of love and a watershed of generosity this time of year. Our Tapatree suggestion?…a beautiful gift that is handcrafted and also supports the creative spirit of your hometown can be a triple gift—thoughtful, ecologically sound (less transportation cost!), and supportive of the arts in your neck of the woods!
I was thinking Marketing might better have been consulted when I first heard that our Thanksgiving dinner was residing at Outhouse Farm in Waddington, New York, but I was undeterred. Nothing was getting between me and a Midget White heritage breed turkey this year—least of all a farm name.
I haven’t been entirely unthinking about the selection of our Thanksgiving bird. It needs to be tasty. It should be wholesome (read: not filled with saline, hormones and antibiotics). I’d like to think it should have had a pleasant life.