I'm very slow and sleepy after a very good, tiring Christmas Eve (cleaned the house; walked the dog; washed the dog; dyed my hair; cooked meals; made egg nog), and there are so many things to choose from today as a single joyous thing - so I'll choose the most obvious one of all: for the first Christmas Eve I can remember, it snowed. And it's been ( Read more... )

Something very small but very precious in the winter: light. Woke up this morning and opened my curtains even before making the coffee (I am not good at mornings), to see if there'd been more snow. A little, but what struck me - or most accurately, what struck the bedroom wall - was a line of golden light from the low sun, a wavering line of ( Read more... )

The first thing I do every morning, as soon as I've hauled myself from bed and downstairs, is put the kettle on. And this morning I opened the pot of coffee in the fridge and found it nearly empty, which means opening a new bag, and not just any new bag but my special Christmas-themed coffee ( Read more... )

This wasn't really a *small* thing at all since it hasn't happened since the 1600s, but this morning I got up early in the cold cold cold and stood in the window holding tight to my first cup of coffee to watch the lunar eclipse. I'd watched the moon rise just before dusk yesterday, very golden and very big, in the trees at the back of the house; ( Read more... )

No userpic yet, because my computer is broken and I'm typing this on a borrowed laptop. Imagine something pretty there for me ( Read more... )