Christmas Tradition
Karl and I have a Christmas Tradition. Early afternoon on Christmas Day we go for a long walk. I always hope that I can be on snowshoes and this Christmas I was. The deep snow from November had melted, then froze and earlier this week was topped with two fresh inches. It was perfect. We circumnavigated the property and the state land…in no hurry. The freezing fog had fed the hoar frost so the woods appeared like a frozen swamp – icy tendrils hanging off branches and moss.
Although the fog made the 24F temperature seem colder, we were both warm on our return so ended with some time on the front porch.
I sipped on fizzy apple cider and sat enjoying the quiet.
As Karl and I sat and watched, the sun came out, the fog lifted, the trees sparkled.
Christmas Tradition.