Cold

We are missing the snow. The paths through the fields are like glass and everywhere else is slush, grey skies and biting cold. Comfort comes in the form of a snowflake chandelier the children and I created at tea time with computer paper and glass baubles (still not put away from Christmas.) It's hard to photograph but it looked so beautiful to us after we finished that we sat gazing up at it. I hid upstairs during Mo's tiny afternoon nap to finish a hat and a book full of descriptions of deep snow. I miss having my blankets downstairs (turns out puppies and crochet don't mix) but they make our bed feel like some kind of deep winter oasis.