When the sun is shining and a warm breeze blowing, we can be found in the garden, weeding, sewing, harvesting and pulling bugs. While we love slow days close to home, sometimes it's nice to wander further a field.
Mostly, it's the weather that forces us to do so.
This weekend the drizzle encouraged us to take a drive to a misty faraway forest with the intention of collecting pinecones for Christmas crafting (squeeee!)
We searched the sodden ground while rain sprinkled upon our heads leaving drops of water to form pearls in our hair. Into a big yellow bucket we threw dozens of 'miniature christmas trees' just waiting to be sprinkled with glitter.
The children jumped in muddy puddles while Dave and I strolled behind them, thankful for what we've created together.
All of a sudden I can feel Christmas just around the corner. My excitement is so immense it's childlike.
This year Zeph will be old enough to understand what it's really all about- that it is more blessed to give than to receive. And that together, we are celebrating the birth of an illegitimate baby boy born into a stinky barn (that'd be Jesus). Nothing fancy, just the humble story of a Saviour.