life story on the homesteadhas been a slight quieter but a little merrier as we ’ve begun prepare for the holidays . Our Christmas Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree is up and jolly tune fill the mansion . As with all thing from our transition from urban to rural bread and butter , the holidays are getting a picayune makeover . S
ome sometime tradition no longer have their place . And we ’re creating new one to fill up our home for old age to come .
Changes in the Season
This twelvemonth , the thrill of holiday shopping has lost its appeal .
With a little one in the house , I ’m oblige to work a time of year that is limited in her eyes — one full of warmheartedness and love . I ’ve used this fourth dimension when most people bustle and bustle around a mall to chew over more about the relationships that have impacted our lives — the human ones , as well as the ones we have with our land and the activities we engage in .
I ’ll be the first to admit that the change in lifestyle is n’t one that has always come easy for me . But it has launch the door to many new blessings to our family that ring especially dependable this clock time of the year .
Having land on this little piece of ground has dead placed us in communion with people we might have never gotten to recognize otherwise . Mentors with class of experience to decease down . Yyoung families going through many of the same struggle we confront . one-time admirer with whom we ’ve had the opportunity to reconnect thanks to the outlets our country has allow for .
During the holiday , we want to spread our homestead and our animation to those people . We need to have them over for hot cocoas and Christmas candy - making and partake in moony boost during the first hour of the new year . But we also require to take sentence this season to hold gratitude for our nation and its resources . We want to cut a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to wreak in for decorating . And we require to use pieces of nature to add a limited touch sensation to our dump Hall .
A Quiet Weekend
This weekend , we ’re heading out to cut down a little cedar tree to make wooden disks that we ’ll transform into ornaments and some branches to turn into swags for the windows . We ’ll have Friend out for soup and cornbread . We plan to take a laughter - fill hike along our mucky pitcher’s mound .
presently , I hope to erect a little bird feeder outside our kitchen windowpane so we I can catch the dame that have decided to tough out our Kentucky wintertime while we lave dishes and prepare repast . And I ’m sure we ’ll have plenty of opportunities to pose pond - side to take heed to the lifelessness that befalls the state landscape painting when it snows .
This is a picture of what I go for our holidays will look like going onward . Fewer longsighted lines at stores and crowded parking lots . Less hustle and flurry . And more cozy Day filled with the family and friends we love most on the land that has captured our hearts .
