The Wood Between My Worlds...: December 2011

Monday, December 12, 2011

(Photo taken by me)

sipping peppermint tea

knitting hats

loving Celtic Women Christmas music (and lullabys)

writting so many words

re-reading old favorites; Wildwood dancing, Fairest, Goose Girl, Princess Academy, Book of a Thousand days, The Blue Sword.

secret Christmas crafting

and homemade fudge

"I don't know- I don't want to talk as much," she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. "It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over. And somehow I don't want to use big words anymore. It's almost a pity, isn't it, now that I'm really growing big enough to say them if I did want to. It's fun to be almost grown up in someways, but it's not the kind of fun I expected. There's so much to learn and do and think that there isn't time for big words.
-Anne of Green Gables