Christmas Eve, for which I waited so patiently to sing by candlelight in the cathedral, left in the winks of two tired children's eyes, and Christmas Day came and went, and Boxing Day, and now we're breathing more slowly and naturally once again. And sweets are banned: welcome that lack!Now the pause for New Years, celebrated here quietly, with a lucky meal New Year's Day of collards and hoppin' John with red-eye gravy, the delectable secret of which is a splash of coffee. Then it's the Pageant: will the twins dress as sheep or just watch? Then Epiphany, with King Cake (a momentary reprieve of the sweets ban), and then with a sigh the Christmas tree is admired a last time and comes down, to go to rest as garden mulch.
Photo: the tree in the evening.
Photo: Noah drives his fire truck -- their new easel -- and Christopher rides, making motor noises. This was their main gift and I think they like it very much. Only sometimes is it a board for drawing.
2 comments:
You have such a beautiful way with words. I agree on the banning of sweets after Christmas. Far too much sugary snacking has gone on here, when my eyes have been turned. Candy wrappings here, a dug-out piece of brownie cake there, tell tale cookie crumbs leaving a suspicious trail. . .sigh.
Your regency ensemble sounds absolutely beautiful! How fun to plan such an outfit and have such an event to wear it to! Green and white are the most elegant of colours, I think. I can't wait to see your pieces as you finish them one by one!
Dear Sarah,
I laughed about the cookie crumbs. Around here, the trails were mostly mine. As you wrote, sigh...
Happy New Year,
Natalie in Kentucky
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