To Hold You Over 'Til Spring

Wednesday, January 7, 2015


It's below zero and I'm sipping the last of my tea, now cold. Wrapped up in a blanket. I spent the afternoon following drafts to their sources, an explorer of the most domestic kind.

I spent my morning with the under-three-feet-tall set, and later on my trip out to the barn I felt brave with the inspiration of a three-year-old and imagined myself as a giant, stomping through the helpless land of snow-drift people. I recommend it, catching some of the imagination of an articulate toddler. It's good for the soul, to hold you over 'til spring and peach blossoms.


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