Hi. I've been a bit delinquent, but honestly, I think some caped crusader came in and stole the entire last week from me. I remember being busy, and eating some really great cheese, and watching one spectacular sunset while I jogged the ridge of Capitol Hill (my neighborhood here in Seattle), but other than that, I really don't know what happened.
Except that my home has suddenly been Christmafied and every morning I wake to the glorious scent of a fresh fir tree wafting its spicy goodness throughout the house.
An ever wise friend joined in on the decorating fun and pointed out that I should have an entire tree in my home at all times, year-round. I tend to agree. It fits my redwood soul and makes these plaster walls feel so much more alive.
I love these mountains.
The far-reaching marine layer from the Puget Sound wraps its tendrils over the hilltops even in the hight of summer and there is a stillness in the trees that always quiets my heart.
We gratefully accepted our complimentary hot cocoa, and then went back for sneaky seconds, and then took a hot cider for the road. Scandalous!
And then, I went out for a spot of urban foraging, harvesting two full bags of cedar and fir boughs
from the surrounding blocks.
Ahhhh, Christmas! How I love you and all of your scenty, delectable ways!