I've started to post several times over the past couple of months, and for various reasons haven't finished. So I'm starting fresh today.
It's cold in Minnesota (frigid they call it.) Winter arrived early and abruptly for us.
The view outside my window:
Inside, I'm incredibly grateful for warm fires.
After a busy fall (October had us go-go-going, long miles back and forth, which I don't care for.. makes me feel like I'm part of a great global rat race).. November brought welcome temporary change.
We've had about a month off from sports events.
Hunting took center stage.
Our dinners have been full of good things. Venison. Grouse. Goose. More grouse and venison.
With dark coming earlier, we've been enjoying a lot more time inside our home together.
Pictionary in the living room with the younger kids, and nightly chats with our young adult kids.
I've been able to sit down with a book or two or three. Whoever said "travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer" forgot about books.
are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most
accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.” ― Charles William Eliot
I agree about travel, too though. I've had a persistent yearning to go somewhere I've never been for months.
November is a busy birthday month for us.
Mason and Eric turned seventeen years old last weekend.
Johnathan turned twelve the weekend before. Time keeps on slipping into the future.
The clock change and the cold, along with birthday shenanigans, have tired us out some.
Naps have happened here & there.
All of the sudden we have four kids playing basketball. Both Mitch & I agree, we didn't see that coming.
I spent Monday in Duluth on a mission to find a pair of 11.5 basketball shoes, among other things.
I took this picture on my way. A blustery, biting cold November day.
Thankful for mittens, scarves, hats, warm boots.
Our snow sleds are out. We have a slippery base under the snow, which makes for fast traveling sleds. The other day Beau went sailing into the woods, getting into a scuffle with wild raspberry bushes. He came out with scrathes all over one cheek that look like wildcat whiskers.
I'm thinking holidays much earlier than usual.. the weather & whiteness may have something to do with that. Wow, this year has flown.
I have much to catch up on. This was a start.
Peace, Love, and Very Warm Wishes,