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 The Earth is deliciously ornamental around here.  For the first time since I can remember, the windshield was a solid sheet of ice, & all around us are frosty weeds, steamy slews & sparkle-topped topiaries.  It's beginning to look a lot like Solstice...

The colder it gets, the more we are heading outside.  The boys strip their hats, jackets & jump into trees, creek beds, have me scaling walls in robust games of follow-the-leader.  Everytime I plan an advent activity by the fire, they come up with the better idea of "get up, let's go!"  And we've been fitting them in, the paper-chains, the chocolate & peppermint covered pretzels.  But the magic has been where it's always been.  On the trees.  In the bushes.  Under logs, under foot.

When their heads hit those blessed pillows, I am gratefully with them.  This is the first night in so many that I am up, here, in this space.  And the sleep has been wonderful.  So goodnight.  Or good morning.  I can't wait to see what's out there.

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