That first winter we moved here was magical. I baked a lot of bread, made a lot of stock. We sat around talking by candlelight, cozy and warm. This winter, maybe because of the cold, or maybe because we have a 2 year old, but has been a little magical in the ways of old.
I haven't made any bread yet (really need to), but I've baked and cooked. Sewn and crafted things for Eleanor. Spent time just reading and watching the snow fall.
So the house is warm and cozy, my 2 year old is out playing in the snow at night (she's snow obsessed and was literally in hysterics wanting to go out), and I'm ready to settle in and work on a few things for her. And the glow of the moon upon the snow makes it seem just a little more than a regular night.