We finally woke up to some white winter mornings this week that were so silent and still you could hear a crow's call clear as a bell from across the fields. As soon as the sun would peek up over the hills it all began to sparkle like thousands of little diamonds. This is one of my favorite parts of Winter that we only seem to get a little taste of around here. It's important to appreciate it while it lasts, because often by the time the sun climbs to late morning, it's all melted away and gone. These are good mornings to light beeswax candles, curl up by a warm fire and eat blueberry pancake breakfasts.
On this occasion, my children and I enjoyed the first snow of the new year in a new home. On New Year's Eve I moved into a little farm cottage on a twenty-acre orchard just down the road from the permaculture farm where I spent this Fall as an intern. My new home is a cozy little cottage above a farm shed with windows all around looking out at the farm, the fruit trees and a large pond visited regularly by water fowl. My son said it feels like living in a fire lookout tower. We often see jays and squirrels romping and chattering in the tree branches right outside the windows, and I wonder if they're looking in at us to watch the people show for the day.
We wasted no time getting our little fairy houses set up in a whole elaborate village around a tiny pond by the long stairway leading up the hillside to the front door of the cottage. It couldn't have been a more perfect spot with all the rocks and nooks and crannies around it, and I don't think we've ever set up such a fine fairy village before. I must say that it looked rather magical covered with the light dusting of snow.