Finding a new favorite illustrator and requesting all of their books from the library (Inga Moore is my current obsession, past obsessions include Marla Frazee and Elisa Kleven)
Spring catalogs filled with beautiful sunshiny prints on swimsuits and dresses, circled brightly in red with hopeful child hands.
A thick dusting of new snow to cover the grey and drape the trees in glittery white.
Hot drinks in cold hands.
Soups simmering with rich broth and hearty greens. The steam reminding our skin of summer.
Fires just because. And fires to warm toes and hands. And fires for light and crackle.
Front porches cluttered with sleds and skis and poles. Quiet school days with tracks in the yard from happy children playing the evenings away.
Small pots filled with hearty low light plants. Caring for them in remembrance of the greens of summer.
Candles on dining tables and mantles and every little place they can fit. Eager fingers lighting and basking and blowing them out over and over again.
Mismatched mid season mittens.
New board games, old card games.
Watching shows under ALL the blankets.
Dreaming of Spring, thankful for right now.
