Morning was met with a blustery winter snow. Driver boy decided to hang some ornaments on the forsythia bush out front–despite the fact that our indoor tree lacked any for the moment.
These three ornaments are very special to me; in that, I bought them for the kids years ago, when they were small and Christmas was still magical. These were meant for each to have for their own special trees when they grew up and had homes of their own.
I like how they hang quietly in the bare branches, sillouetted against the snow’s purity.
I especially like watching them from the warm comfort of my couch, hands warmed from a Fiestaware cup of hot cocoa.
And, Holly berries, to usher in Christmas.