…fires in the woodstove in the wee hours of the morning, before the golden rays of sunshine warm our day.
…moon shadows stretched out long before us on our way back from our morning milking.
…little calves anxious to see us – but not so anxious to leave their warm beds.
…children skipping about in warm, new-to-us clothes.
…flannel sheets on the bed.
…the warm glow of lamplight in the early evenings.
…finished projects piling up, all done in little snatches of “spare time” here and there.
…quieter days on the horizon as other commitments expire.
Maybe it’s the expectation of this new baby, or maybe it’s just the turning of the year, but I feel a need to draw inward, to just focus on the children, on our home, on baking and dusting and giving away of things we don’t need. I just want to be quiet and still, to pull away from the rest of the world and its busy-ness, to find my center again.