|Oil of Abraham's Mother's hands|
This year, with weather turning us back indoors to hunker down, I feel a little like a child ( minus the 10 degrees) waiting rather impatiently, but marveling at the falling of the season's first snow, nose pressed against the window. I couldn't wait to go out in the fresh snow to make a snowman, an igloo or walk over to our pond to skate. Outdoors were exciting, fresh and short-lived. We couldn't wait to strip our wet clothes, hang them to dry on the radiators and have a warm cup of cocoa, until we warmed, our things dried and we had the energy to go back out and do it all over again.