When the orange is gone, the yellow and the pink that swiftly follow suit, you hope to see a little of the remaining green under that first white blanket like magic that drifted in on tiptoes one by one while we were fast asleep. For me that magic vanishes when a gust of wind hits my nose and my covered fingers and then my toes. As we approach the darkest, shortest and coldest of winter days, it’s increasingly difficult to follow habits that I created to maintain my sanity. Pushing baby bear around from point A to point B and often point C ain’t happening. Being a creature of comfort seeking habit I must find ones that keep me snuggled inside the walls of my nest…just waiting. And when the wait is over, I’m not stepping out especially when the sun decides to neglect us from its glorious gilded self in these fleeting days. I’ll be snug and warm, dreaming and making, reflecting and admiring the vista of snow covered grounds perched from my window. 
“…may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old.” E.E. Cummings
Oh my little birdie with your graceful soaring, how do you do it in the frosty air leading your feathered friends to adventures into the wind inside all that’s gray? The last remaining of your species, oh crazy finches you remain flitting and singing when days become night so swiftly.
I must sing even during this baseless state, albeit brokenhearted, until baby bear toddles in and flaps about so jubilantly to catch a glimpse of a bird fly by. While the hour is already late, and I remain shivering while waiting to take root, I pass the time with making these snowballs
as I called these cookies growing up. Many dozens were made for beloved teachers and staff who never wear their sadness outside, only their enthusiasm to teach the hearts and minds of our loves. Farewell orange and yellow and pink, you are missed and now there is nowhere to go but into the kitchen to sneak a cookie or two. 
Wishing you the merriest of merries and may a little birdie show you the way to a heartening holiday.
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I’m so glad for you to have your joy of baking. That will help keep you warm. Inside and out. 🙂 Merry Christmas to your family!
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Yes, I have grown into the role in the kitchen, never cared for it until I realized how scary the food industry has become. In my kitchen I can control the ingredients and it does give me joy knowing that my family is eating foods they can pronounce and good for them. Thank you for your kindest wishes and Merry Christmas to you and yours as well!
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Good for you. Healthy eating is great. And when you enjoy cooking and baking, all the better!
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Thank you happy feasting to us all.
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that’s so sweet.
i agree the snow and mist look enchanting from the warmth of our homes and then we step outside and the cold chills us to the bone.. brr
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Ugh, yes it’s going to be a long season stay warm!
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This post provides many reasons to smile. Hope your family had a wonderful Christmas.
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Yes you are right; it’s good that we are smiling 95% of the time. Our Christmas was merry, hope yours was too and a happy and healthy New Year to you as well.
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I hope you and your beautiful darlings had a wonderful Christmas, Cristina. I suspect that with too much cold, too little outdoor play, and a heavy dose of being homesick for your previous home, it was still a magical experience. You have a way of making that happen! ox
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Thank you Debra we ended up visiting family in warmer parts instead of celebrating in this makeshift room. We did enjoy ourselves especially with many outdoor adventures. I wish the holiday was different for you but do hope that you were comforted with members of your family nearby.
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