That tree is too big for me to manipulate now. I am perfectly happy not to have a tree
Last weekend Audra and the boys came up to the farm to 'help grandma decorate her house'. We found the box of decorations and placed only the most special ones on the tree. Only the small ones that were rich with meaning. I handed them out and the two little boys draped them over the branches.
Alongside the tree, the snow village stretches around the room now. Windows shine with lights, skaters twirl in the park, the good Father waves in front of the church. The village is full of people, most of whom have been rescued from the trash at Goodwill and given another chance to share life in our quaint little Christmas town.
Zane and I did some much-needed repairs on the spaceship later that afternoon. That thing breaks down a lot. This time out, we discovered the paper sack full of wine bottle corks. Zane designated it "space food". Some of the corks also serve double duty as treasure maps. They come with numbers parading along their sides. If these numbers are entered into the ship's computer, they take us to other places, planets and times. This spaceship is quite a bit like the TARDIS, as it turns out.
Zane brought me a little brown
There was also quite a bit of swinging on the tire swing for these two, complete with tons of "falling in", as they call it.
If my poor footsies hadn't been screaming from four days working at the shop, I would have been more up for fun and games. As it was, however, I did a lot of watching from the porch swing. That day had been forecasted as being in the 70s. Wrong. That 70s day came two days later and was gorgeous.
The day of the visit called for heavy jackets and caps and we still had to stop and come inside for warm cocoa a couple of times. We assessed the damage from the ice storm and managed to manhandle one large branch off the railing of the tree house, thus freeing the rope and bucket. Success! We bucketed a couple of hammers up top and hammered on a few random nails we found sticking out. Safety First is our motto.
In other news: all those frogs we kept seeing around the place have found their way to the little fountain pond and are happy as clams in there. They jump out and sit sunning on the flat rocks and then make flying leaps back into the water when I approach. I am so happy to have them wintering over with me.