gently,

                                                  gently,

the snow is falling

making everything seem muted in such a calm, restful way.

i’ve been sitting on the floor,

eating fresh crackers (d made them last night) dunked in creamy goat’s cheese,

crocheting and knitting in spurts,

watching the big fat flakes wafting lazily down.

the kids are here and there

eating walnut halves from minature cups,

pretending to be lions & firefighters, doctors & royalty. 

to be able to sit in the midst of this

as i’m toodling along on one project or another

                                                     is a thing i really like about being a mama.

no photos of  ‘shelter’ yet. 

i was just not the least bit  motivated

to break the reverie of the morning (when the light is best)

by taking the camera off of it’s special shelf.

‘gently’ taken from 40:11 of isaiah.