a whole-lotta baking and jumping-and-running and having to answer to the clock. that’s how these days have gone, lately. i am ready to plant my ass and sip some chai and flip through the pages of magazines stacked at my spot at the table, knit some fine wool into fingerless mitts for myself, and read. and snowshoe later this after, snowshoe deep into the woods in punchy temperature-affected snow.
it‘s a good life.