Walk like you have 3,000 ancestors walking behind you.
Sometimes I almost understand how being in love with place could seem like a silly idea. This is not one of those times.
There is no easy way to re-enter blogging after your father dies, but I tried to find a few words today. ✨ (link in profile)
January thaw: Release, expand, deep breaths... ready for the next wave.
Could be worse... I could have taken the decorations down already. What kind of view would I have then? ✨ This quilt was made by Miss Bernadette, she sewed the most wonderful, practical quilts (no batting so they easily fit in the washing machine - super utilitarian 🙌🏻) and sold them for way too little... about as much as it costs to fill a gas tank. 🙈 She lived in Soldier Pond, which is even smaller than Eagle Lake, and is the next town over. I met her only once, when Dad took us to visit with her many years ago. We walked in to find her quilting away, of course, and fresh baked bread covered the kitchen counter. We bought a couple of quilts that day, and Miss Bernadette sent us on our way with warm rolls to go with our dinner.
Still keeping the crud at bay... barely. It's knocking, for sure. My all time favorite brew for soothing anything throat/chest related. Grated ginger/ACV/raw honey/lemon/HOT water. Prep a thermos (or two) so you can sip with ease throughout the day. (Also a quart of nettle infusion for good measure.)
Chicken soup and fresh library stack... therapy and medicine collide.
I'm still hangin' in there, but based on the number of family members with the crud, I expect my time will come. Spruce tip and elecampane cough syrup coming up... for them currently (wish I could quickly get some to my sister, too), and for me if needed. 🤞🏻 Necessary medicine to have on hand after hugging and kissing countless people over the past week. Worth it. 🌿🌲