Brrrrackenlore

Two pair o’ woolies (in my mukluks)

A half cord of doug fir (and a thermos of extra-jammy mulled wine)

Apricity’s allure (the frosty glint of freshly snowswept hills; a toboggan just begging to sleigh)

Window weather (gratitude, abundant food, and a long pipe accompanied by a seemingly bottomless bindle of freshly cured giggle-s

Dreich days, cozy crafternoons (one more pair of crochet mittens)

Toasty toes (dispite these relentless frigid Cascadian flurries)