Merry Little Snowfall

I had a nice Christmas over at Patty's house with friends and I hope you all had just as warm and welcoming a holiday. It was low key and attended by plenty of farmers so gifts were a very special and useful sort. I was given firewood, maple syrup, venison, and a beautiful kilt pin of a horse and cart. I didn't have much extra cash this year but got a deal on steel flasks and everyone who was at Christmas dinner was given one and a small nip of whiskey. I figured a flask is the gift that gives all year...

There's a merry snowfall outside right now, not too heavy or foreboding. When I headed outside for chores there was just the hint of flurries and Gibson raced past me, his feet tearing into frozen ground without even a sprinkling of white dust but now an inch of so is coating the farm and the place has returned to serious winter splendor. It is lovely to look on it, knowing the chores are done.

The house is warmer than it has been in days thanks to a night's watch of the woodstove. I didn't stay up with the intention of tending the stove, I just am not very talented at sleeping at night these days. That misfortune at least boosts the advantage of a more comfortable temperature for napping, which I hope to manage at some point today. I hope to spend this snow day taking care of myself a bit. Which is just what I need. I suppose knowing that is half the battle, right?