Have a glass of good cheer. And lots of bokeh.
I hope everyone had a very Happy Holidays and a Merry Christmas!
I always think the best gifts are sentimental. Each Christmas, I try and do some sort of special non-store bought gift for each of my parents. This year, I made my mother a crochet blanket (which has yet to be finished, of course…) and after some internet research and family member interrogation, I was able to recreate the cookies that my grandmother used to make my father each Christmas. Ever the complicated woman, she gave the recipe to family members with ingredients intentionally missing and therefore took the actual recipe to her grave twelve years ago. Not to go all Marcel Proust-y, but it’s interesting how much a smell can be missed.
Crochet blanket work-in-progress.
As per my usual craziness, I’m not satisfied with the result, so I think I’m going to deconstruct it and go about it in a different way. I’m working off of an inspiration picture only, so the possibilities are limited only by my crochet prowess.
Shortbread cookies with chocolate ganache topping.
I’m almost positive this was the recipe my grandmother used. I knew she had obtained it from a magazine, so I was prepared to spend my days in a library, going through the back issues of magazines from the 60s! Glad it didn’t come to that!
I love how his white markings line up with the snow.
Another snow day! This time, I decided to go out and take pictures of the birds that come to our feeder. Because it is winter, there were tons of juncos (above) around. All I wanted was a picture of a cardinal in the snow. Unfortunately, our cardinals are chickens and fly away if you so much as cough quietly within 500 feet of them. So, no cardinal. But I did get some other birds:
Clockwise from left: American Blue Jay, dark eyed junco, tufted titmouse, sparrow(?).
If you know what type of sparrow(?) that is, let me know! I love being able to identify my birds.
Titmouse with some snow on his face.
Caught a junco mid-takeoff.
Sunset in the background.
Today was a snow day! We got about four inches of snow, and everything was cancelled. That means sitting in my warm house with a cup of hot tea and crocheting! My favorite kind of day!
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.