I’m writing beneath a blanket by the flickering light of the Christmas tree while the scent of slowly fermenting sweet dough wafts through my nostrils–our snow day tradition. Snow is in the air. Clouds hang gray and low with the promise of it. Temperatures plunge hour by hour. For the first time this season, we hold hope for snow in these
Really lovely Sarah. I’ve experienced the way Christmas pulls me into realities I may have easily denied. It’s a good, hard work. And I wish I had sourdough starter to make those rolls!
I, too, am learning to embrace the darkness of the season and what it may have to teach us! Also reading (and loving) Honest Advent :)
Really lovely Sarah. I’ve experienced the way Christmas pulls me into realities I may have easily denied. It’s a good, hard work. And I wish I had sourdough starter to make those rolls!