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"Blue is the closest color to truth." Perfect day for baking. These are my favorite go-to cookies for gifting or mailing… Jennifer Segal’s Pecan Shortbread Cookies. @onceuponachef Buttery-crumbly, not too sweet, with toasted pecans and raw sugar-rolled edges. They’re heading back to Boise with our oldest son for the January Birthday Buddies’ party this weekend. We’ve been spoiled having each of our boys here, taking shifts, these past five weeks since their dad’s surgery. They have taken care of so many things that will make our life easier, some I didn’t even know we needed. We’ve loved every minute of it. How often, moms, do we get that much time with our grown kids. What a gift! This is the deep gray of a January afternoon. I pull on my boots and zip up my jacket to walk down for a different view. Most of my views these last weeks have been from that far-right open window in the cabin…You can see how far up that is from this point above the water in the last pic. “How many lessons of faith and beauty we should lose, if there were no winter in our year.” ~Thomas Wentworth Higginson My winter kitchen... My oldest granddaughter crocheted these darling rooster pot holders for me for Christmas. Of course they are sturdy cotton and perfect for use…but I haven’t been able to bring myself to use them yet. I’m still enjoying them as art. I randomly hung them on this red metal towel holder…and just look! They dropped their heads as if tucking them under a wing to sleep! Too cute not to document. “In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.” —Ben Aaronovitch “There is often a good deal of the child left in people who have had to grow up too soon.” “Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.” January 6, 2023. I swing the window out, cold air rushing in, furnace vent blowing warm beneath my feet. This is why we leave the old storm window off this one window…for these moments when you crave fresh air in your lungs, the sound of waves crashing on the rocky shore, the “kwit-kwit-kwit-kwit-kee” of the eagles on the wing, the hush of snow falling, the Wolf Moon rising in the blue of a January evening…the necessities of life.

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