All right, all together now: All I want for Christmas is my fifty degrees (back). Then I can wish you Merry Christmas. Don't ever let anyone convince you this is a good time of year for window or walkout door replacement. The crew is making good progress, but it's basically trading one open hole in the wall for another. I keep telling myself it will all be worth it when it's done. Actually, the view through the new living room windows is amazing. The seal on the old ones let go some years back and they were less than crystal clear to look through. I had sort of envisioned the installers would be working inside a "plastic tent." Was I ever wrong. On the bright side, the new roof was done before the rain came and the snow returned. Lest we (me?) forget, this is the season we celebrate someone born not in a warm home but in a stable heated by animals. Our three dogs, well, two of them at least, throw off a lot of heat around here so we can't complain about that either. The Daughter Person's dog, being a southerner, has a hard time coping with our northern climate. We will try to be sure none of the three, individually or in combination, break the new doors anytime soon. They're a little competitive on who gets through the door first to chase the squirrel, real or imaginary.
Marine on St. Croix "Main Street"
Photo by J. Harrington
Yesterday we were writing about New England villages. Marine on St. Croix comes close to reflecting the scale and a "village on the green." It's also home to St. Croix Chocolates, our favorite local chocolatier. We recently picked up our white chocolate snow men that, I think, go in our gingerbread village. If you're in the vicinity of Stillwater to Taylors Falls, you should swing by Marine and see what chocolate piques your fancy. If the weather is like it was over the weekend, you might also get to see an entire city, such as Stillwater, look like it's a city in the clouds.
Between the weather and the home improvements / remodeling, this is becoming one of the more memorable Christmases we've ever had.
Stillwater lost in clouds of fog
Photo by J. Harrington
The Coming of Light
Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
Thanks for visiting. Come again when you can.
Please be kind to each other while you can.