Sunday was a snowy, blowy day. Outside, Clif and Little Green cleaned the driveway, and although we didn’t measure, I would guess there were 9 or 10 inches of snow. Nothing to get excited about in central Maine, especially when the snow is as light as it was on Sunday.

Inside, I made a double batch of gingersnaps. They will be going to various “elves” as well as a special friend who hasn’t been well. There will be more gingersnaps to come, for a party at the library and for a party where Clif works. ‘Tis the season. I estimated it took me an hour and half—from beginning to clean-up—to make a double batch of gingersnaps, which gives me 60 cookies.

When I think about my Christmas cooking, I would have to admit that none of it is what you would call fancy. Gingersnaps, thumb-print cookies, sugar cookies, peanut butter balls. But they are special to our family, mainly because we don’t have them on a regular basis. (The same is true for apple pie or crisp or gingerbread.) Since we don’t have them very often, these sweets and desserts are a real treat for the holidays.

After making cookies, I headed outside to finish the clean-up, using a shovel to get to places to where Little Green couldn’t go. Naturally, I took a few pictures.

The little house in the big woods is nestled in the snow, tucked into winter, waiting for the full moon and for the winter solstice.