Snow has finally arrived, along with the cold Winter weather...
We have been getting the house all decorated for the holidays.
We've been reading a lot of good books, baking cookies, drinking hot chocolate, sledding outside, drawing, playing, and going on trips!
We've been reading a lot of good books, baking cookies, drinking hot chocolate, sledding outside, drawing, playing, and going on trips!
Only six days until Christmas, I can't believe how time has flown by here in Wesleytown. It seems like only yesterday that we were outside, in the garden weeding or picking veggies,or raking the leaves into big piles to play in!
Last weekend, Joe, Rosie and I went for a trip to the big city. We had a blast walking around and seeing all the sights, it was so beautiful! :)
~ Winter: My Secret ~
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows,
And you're too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell.
Or, after all, perhaps there's none:
Suppose there is no secret after all,
But only just my fun.
Today's a nipping day, a biting day;
In which one wants a shawl,
A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:
I cannot ope to every one who taps,
And let the draughts come whistling thro' my hall;
Come bounding and surrounding me,
Come buffeting, astounding me,
Nipping and clipping thro' my wraps and all.
I wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows
His nose to Russian snows
To be pecked at by every wind that blows?
You would not peck? I thank you for good will,
Believe, but leave that truth untested still.
Spring's and expansive time: yet I don't trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
Perhaps some languid summer day,
When drowsy birds sing less and less,
And golden fruit is ripening to excess,
If there's not too much sun nor too much cloud,
And the warm wind is neither still nor loud,
Perhaps my secret I may say,
Or you may guess.
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows,
And you're too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell.
Or, after all, perhaps there's none:
Suppose there is no secret after all,
But only just my fun.
Today's a nipping day, a biting day;
In which one wants a shawl,
A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:
I cannot ope to every one who taps,
And let the draughts come whistling thro' my hall;
Come bounding and surrounding me,
Come buffeting, astounding me,
Nipping and clipping thro' my wraps and all.
I wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows
His nose to Russian snows
To be pecked at by every wind that blows?
You would not peck? I thank you for good will,
Believe, but leave that truth untested still.
Spring's and expansive time: yet I don't trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
Perhaps some languid summer day,
When drowsy birds sing less and less,
And golden fruit is ripening to excess,
If there's not too much sun nor too much cloud,
And the warm wind is neither still nor loud,
Perhaps my secret I may say,
Or you may guess.
~: Christina Georgina Rossetti :~
Table set nicely for dinner.
Candle lighting art.
Art.
Aimaija with her "niece", Annie Rose
Paper creations.
The one and only Celeisa!
Playing...
Hmmm, lets see who can drink it faster..
The snow has finally arrived!
Cheerful Christmas tree lights in the school room.
More lights.
Hot cocoa.
And here are some pictures of our trip to the big city!
Looking at the view.
I didn't know this many apples existed in one place! ;)
~ Julia
Table set nicely for dinner.
Art.
Aimaija with her "niece", Annie Rose
The one and only Celeisa!
Hmmm, lets see who can drink it faster..
The Christmas tree.
Cheerful Christmas tree lights in the school room.
More lights.
Hot cocoa.
~ Julia
