On Christmas Eve, Dad was out on the tractor plowing the road, and Mom and I were shoveling paths. Or rather, I was shoveling. Mom yelled to me that there were more important things to be doing. Upon investigation, I found that she had been working on this masterpiece:
The old table in the yard provided a good measure for how much snow there was.
There was a flurry of baking on the 23rd:
Which resulted in pulla (a family tradition) and pies:
I spent the 26th at Tighe & Lisia's, helping Tighe touch up the trim in the parlor, priming the floor in preparation for some real flooring, and admiring this freshly fixed-up french door:
And finally, a glimpse of my new lodgings:
Since these photos were taken, the kitchen has been partially unpacked, and I put the legs on the table, but not much else has been unpacked. My time has been mostly devoted to shopping and finishing up moving all of my things from the house (via good friends and Zipcar).
I am so very thankful to have many good memories from this holiday season, in among the really tough ones. Sleeping in my childhood bedroom and watching the snow fall at night by the lights on the outdoor Christmas tree was probably better for my soul than anything else could have been these last few weeks. For the first time, really, I'll be starting a new year along with many other new beginnings- new home, new phase of life. I think I'm going to see 2013 in quietly in my own new place, reflecting on the past year and preparing for the one to come. I'll spend New Year's Day unpacking and organizing, which seems an appropriate way to start the year.
All the best to you and yours this year. May your days be merry and bright!