“O Come, O Come Emmanuel” is playing in the next room where my kids are making gingerbread men. Keats, Larkspur, and Beatrix played in their Christmas concert last week and I took the girls and a couple of friends to see The Nutcracker today. Jonny took all the younger kids to get a tree Saturday morning and it is waiting outside now. It must be nearly Christmastime. I ended up making some gifts over the past couple of weeks, something I hadn’t planned on. It was a good way to procrastinate on cleaning the house. I still have a nightgown to sew and all my gift wrapping to do, so I’m guessing that I’ll be cleaning house on the morning of Christmas Eve before we bring the tree in.
Last winter I did the farm chores but this winter my big girls have taken over for me. (I think that is the first time I’ve called them big girls.) Larkspur has her own flock of chickens now so that motivates her to get out there. Beatrix is on goat duty. I’ll rejoin them in the spring, but for now, I am enjoying the break. This winter is feeling like a hibernating one for me. I’m keeping a jigsaw puzzle going on the puzzle table (affiliate link-It was meant to be a Christmas gift but I couldn’t wait) and crossword puzzles next to my bed. I’ll have to wait to share the knitting I’ve been up to after Christmas. I took photos of Mabel’s Puddle Duck jumper this week and she’s been wearing it nearly every day. This is such a wonderful, practical, simple pattern. I suspect I’ll be knitting another for next year!
I had a friend’s teenage daughter with me for a couple of days earlier this month and she said something to me that made me laugh. We were on the way home from my friend’s house where we made wreaths and she brought up a conversation she overheard between me and a couple of my friends there. We had been discussing tea, and I shared that one of you told me about Earl Grey Rooibos from Mountain Rose which I’ve been so grateful for since giving up caffeine (again). One of my friends exclaimed that that was very exciting, and I agreed. My friend’s daughter told me, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I hope I never get to a place where my life is so boring that I get that excited over tea.” I did my best to set her straight, but I’m not sure she bought it. She doesn’t yet know that finding joy in the smallest of things is a very important life skill. She is only seventeen, after all.
I’m feeling a little overwhelmed this year with all the Christmas planning and Jonny working long hours. I’ll be working extra hard to notice all the special moments that happen around me and remembering above all else that God became man, for me and for you. When I’m tired and a little overwhelmed by all the planning that goes into this season, I try to meditate on that profound truth, that baby in the manger. It helps.
I hope you all find joy in the coming days, even in small things like good tea!