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The Wolf Moon and March in January

On Wednesday, we visited our friends Paul and Judy. We had tea and apple crisp and plenty of conversation about politics. As Clif and I were getting ready to leave, Paul called, “Come look at the rising moon! It’s nearly full.” We followed him to the other side of the house and looked out the window. There was the moon, in its serene beauty as it crested the tops of trees.

“Oh, lovely!” I said. “And January’s full moon is the Wolf Moon.”

Clif took a picture, but our wee camera really didn’t capture the magic of the nearly full moon.

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On the way home, I admired the dark fringe of bare trees outlined against a deep blue sky. A January dusk.

Unfortunately, the weather turned on Thursday, the night of the Wolf Moon. The day was gray and rainy. Because of the rain and the warm weather—it was nearly 50 degrees—the landscape now looks like March. The snow is gritty and packed down hard. The driveway and pathways are thick with ice.

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Clif plans to sprinkle wood ash on the pathways. This is a dirty solution, but with our wood furnace, we have plenty of ash, and messy footprints on the kitchen floor are better than falling on ice.

The gardens are buried beneath snow, but a few of the taller plants can be seen, and the bee balm has been transformed into a many legged creature that looks as though it is ready to skittle away.

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In the afternoon, we went to the movies to see La La Land, and much to my surprise, it turned out to be my favorite movie of the year.  I am not a fan of musicals, but the musical numbers are kept to a minimum, and they really do help the story flow. La La Land is about two artists—an actress and a jazz musician—who desperately yearn to succeed in their careers and who fall in love. The movie is at times whimsical and even fantastical, but it is also grounded in the two main characters, played with quirky charm by Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling. In essence, La La Land is about the artist’s journey, and the movie really spoke to me.

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The ride home was so foggy—all that melting snow—that it was a relief to turn into our driveway.

But today the sun is out, the temperature has fallen, and we are back to January. Yay! Now, all we need is a little fresh snow to cover the gritty mess brought by the rain.

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Deep Winter: A Restful Time

This morning, when I got up, the temperature was barely above zero.

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Little Miss Watson was staring out the window. Perhaps she was wondering when the snow would go away.

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Not any time soon.  The snow bankings at the end of the driveway are taller than the car.

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The wheelbarrow is stuck in snow.

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And the pig won’t be flying until spring.

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Even though I am partial to warm weather, longer days, and nights on the patio, I always look forward to January, a beautiful, restful month. Yes, it is cold in January in Maine, but I feel as though I have permission to slow down, to not worry about anything other than basic housekeeping.

After the holidays, always fun but hectic, this time for slowing down seems like a gift, and this year, it is especially true. After launching Maya and the Book of Everything and then galloping into the holidays, I feel—to borrow from Bilbo Baggins—like butter scraped over too much bread.

Deep winter. Time to watch movies and read. To make apple crisp and get together with friends. And when I’m more rested, to host a brunch or two. Clif’s waffles are pretty darned good, and my homefries aren’t too bad either.

 

Oh, When the Kids Come Rolling In

Two days before Christmas, and all is hustle and bustle at the little house in the big woods. To date, I’ve made peanut butter balls, frosted shortbread, and thumb-print cookies.

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Later this morning, as I listen to the last Diane Rehm show on NPR—I’m going to miss her!—I’ll be making chocolate chip cookies for when the kids and the two dogs come rolling in tonight. Oh, what a lively household it will be, and how I am looking forward to having them all here.

Here is a picture of Shannon, in a Maya-blue coat—no, we did not coordinate—at the beginning of the trip from North Carolina. She looks like a friendly version of Scrooge’s ghost of Christmas Future, doesn’t she?

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Happy Christmas, happy New Year, happy holidays to all! I will not be posting until 2017 so that I can spend time with my family. I hope your celebrations are filled with merriment and good food.

See you in 2017!

A Very Maya Christmas Tree

All right. It is time to come clean. The other day, when I was shopping, I succumbed to temptation, which in my defense, is something I don’t normally do.  Usually, I have a list, and I stick to it. But readers, when my eyes spied Christmas ornaments in Maya blue, what could I do? Into the cart they went, along with other silver and white ornaments to complement the blue.

I must admit that I am delighted with the results.

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Well, Christmas comes but once a year, and we’ll be enjoying those Maya blue ornaments for many, many seasons. A lovely reminder of when Maya was published.

 

The First Snowfall of December

Yesterday, we had the first real snowfall of the season. The snow was light and fluffy and there was a satisfying chill to the air. Somehow, that first snowfall is always exhilarating, a treat for the senses when even the air smells cold. The landscape is white and silent and oh so lovely.

Admittedly, the thrill of snow is gone by March, but that is several months away. In the meantime, I revel in the snows of December, in the red lights we have strung outside, in the dark green of firs, pines, and cedars around our house.

Time to make soup. Time to make bread. Time to wrap presents.

December!

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Happy 2016 Thanksgiving!

Status report for the day before Thanksgiving.

Item: Banana and pumpkin bread are in the freezer.

Item: Ditto for the chocolate ice cream pie.

Item: And the gravy, which I made last week.

Item: The green beans are cooked and are ready to be made into green bean casserole.

Item: The bread has been shredded for the stuffing.

Item: The turkey waits in the refrigerator.

Today will be a busy day of making the aforementioned green bean casserole as well as a sweet potato casserole. Also, I’m going to cook and mash the potatoes and then heat them in my slow-cooker on Thanksgiving.

Do I like to be prepared for this big and somewhat hectic day? You bet I do!

Despite the horrid political season, there is much to be grateful for—family, friends, a snug house, and plenty to eat.

Finally, there is my novel, Maya and the Book of Everything. We’re coming down the homestretch with that, and this is indeed something to be grateful for.

Happy Thanksgiving to all! I will be taking a holiday break, but I’ll be back next Monday.

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Happy Halloween!

Gideon, the guardian of the little house in the big woods, wishes everyone a happy Halloween, which used to be one of my favorite holidays.

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For someone with not a sweet tooth but sweet teeth, as my friend Mike Sienko would put it, what’s not to like about going to door to and having adults give you candy?

Pure bliss!

Leaning into a Rainy Day

A much-needed rainy day, but I will be ready to see the sun shine, as is forecasted, either tomorrow or the next day. Daughter Dee is visiting from New York, and she and Clif have headed to the Maine International Film Festival. As they are both movie hounds extraordinaire and love seeing movies back to back, I have graciously—I think!—offered to stay home to tend our old dog, who really can’t be left alone for more than six hours.

Dee and Clif left at 11:00 am and won’t return until 11:30 p.m. Oh, the stamina those two have for movies! While I,too, like movies, all day is a little much for me. Hence, my offer to stay with the dog. Plus, it gives Clif and Dee time for a little father/daughter bonding.

Still, I felt a little at loose ends when they left today. So I made myself a cup of tea, read some of my favorite blogs, and checked out a recipe for blueberry lemon bread, which I am craving and might make when a friend comes to visit. I have other projects planned, and it will be a productive day.

Also, the rain let up, allowing me to take some pictures. And any day I can take pictures (or ride my bike or eat some chocolate or read) is a good day for me.

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First Laundry on the Line and Repairing the Fence

At the little house in the big woods, the excitement just doesn’t end. Yesterday, for the first time this year, I was able to hang laundry on the line. (From December through April, the backyard is in too much shade for the laundry to dry thoroughly.) I must admit that I am a fool for hanging laundry outside, especially in our backyard on a sunny yet windy spring day when the air smells sweet and cold. If I could bottle that smell, I’d be a rich woman.

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We only own an acre of land, yet there is always something to do or fix. Yesterday, we replaced a portion of the storm fencing that surrounds the whole backyard. The yard is fenced in so that Liam can have a half-acre or so to run and bark and rest without us having to worry about him taking off for parts unknown.

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Last October, the fence was damaged by a portion of a tree that fell during a storm.

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Clif had patched and repaired it, but we knew this spring we would need to do more, to actually replace the portion that had been damaged. Luckily, we had a fence section tucked away, and we could use it  for the repair. After a few hours that were actually rather pleasant, the fence was fixed.

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We were even able to haul in the wood that had fallen, which is good enough to be used either in our wood furnace or in our fire pit.

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A nice afternoon’s work, and by the end, the sheets were dry. When Clif and I came inside, we both felt as though we had earned our tea and some time to read in the living room.

Laundry on the line and the fence repaired. Tea and reading in the living room. A finest kind of Sunday.

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Big news! The ice on the patio went out today.

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Now the question remains: When will the ice go out on the Upper Narrows Pond? My friend Dawna, who lives by the pond, thinks it will be out tomorrow—Monday, March 14. She has promised to let me know.

It’s very odd how ice-out on our patio corresponds so closely to ice-out on the Narrows.

One of life’s wonders, and at the little house in the big woods, it gives us something to ponder.

More things to marvel at: Yesterday, I saw the first chipmunk in our backyard. They’ve come out of hibernation. I also heard tree frogs for the first time this year. No peepers yet.

When we have such things to keep track of, is it any wonder that Clif and I are never board even though we hardly travel?

Stay tuned for more spring tidings.