You were not messing around about them breakfast burritos! 😰 For all of you who came after we sold out and those who couldn’t make it at all, we’re ready for ALL OF YOU tomorrow. 7-11am. Bring the cash. Bring the rain.
It’s not the prettiest of Yuletide scenes, the halls aren’t yet decked with holly nor boughs of cedar and fir, but it’s a cozy scene and it’s real.
We finally put the tree up last night. Yes, the same tree that we plodded across the ranch in fresh deep snow over a week ago to harvest, and has been leaning against the front of the cabin “curing” ever since.
We have always trimmed our Christmas tree together, as a family. I relish the slow unveiling of each ornament from the layers of protective tissue and the exclamations over whose it is, and the stories retold about the history behind each fragile little bobble.
These days my children are growing older, and my son has been flexing wings that have already taken flight and carried him far from our mountain home, to mountains half a world away.
So I waited until all my chicks were home (a rare and treasured occurrence, let me assure you) to drag the tree indoors and open the old green chest that smells forevergreen and holds our Christmas cheer.
Together we trimmed the tree, laughed and spun some holiday memories that will sustain me when my chicks are flown, no longer near..