Rushing By

The Littles enjoyed the snow covered hill next to our house quite immensely before the rains came. Watching them race down the hill on their sleds and snowboards and hearing the screams of both fear and excitement brings back the days of my childhood when sledding was a winter sport to me. We always stayed out longer than we should have, ignoring the numbness that enveloped our hands and feet, not realizing how cold we really were until we stepped into the house and felt the rush of heat from the wood stove.  Oh, those memories of childhood...

The days of December are flying by, as they always do.  December is just one of those months that even if it were twice as long as all the others, there still wouldn't be enough days in it.  Even though our fluffy snow has turned to slush and ice due to all the stormy rains we have gotten, I am thankful for the bit of a lull it has provided.  Due to icy conditions, I cancelled two appointments this week, and postponed piano lessons, allowing me some luxurious time at home to work on my Christmas knitting and sewing projects.  I will be cutting it very close, but I think I will make it.  It is a mess outside, but as it has been said, "there is a hidden blessing in everything." 

Thanks to Little #1 for taking the photos.