
the children are very proud of their "solar and wind powered clothesline", a photo by ellajohn on Flickr.
The first light of Advent is the light of stones.
Stones that live in crystals, seashells, and bones.
The second light of Advent is the light of plants.
Roots, stem, leaf, flower, and fruit by whom we live and grow.
The third light of Advent is the light of beasts.
Animals of farm, field, forest, air, and seas.
All await the birth in greatest and in least.
The fourth light of Advent is the light of humankind.
The light of love, the light of thought, to give and to understand.
Steiner
The children say that we have to take our candles with us when we go to Granny's house because we have to do this every night.
I am making an effort to be simple in our celebrations this year, but I've been wanting an advent spiral for years. We can use the candles throughout the year, but spiraled on our dining room table with some pine boughs it is just right for counting the days.
Today, I sat. Not like this but next to a feverish three year old watching PBS and crocheting for hours.
I have boxes for packing, a shower curtain for each new bath and a clean one to leave behind. I have finally panicked about buying a new house.
I'm working on my hundred dollar christmas. It feels strange. I think I'll go over budget soon, but not by much. Today I bought twenty five votive candles and holders to make an advent spiral and a box of candy canes. Each child will get one or two small gifts, and we'll get a christmas tree and that will be all.
All in our new house.
I took the kids out to Clover Hollow today to make wreaths for a fundraiser for our school. They had a great afternoon playing in the woods, feeding goats, feeding a llama, and playing in a small creek.
On the way home the sun was about to set and I took a detour to drive by the new house. I'd been wondering where the sun would set, and, as you can see, it goes right down in the backyard. Perfect for back porch sitting or sitting in the garden with a glass of wine.
Ruby and I went over to the house today for about an hour. The home inspector was working, and we poked about and took in the lay of the land. I found two closets I didn't even know existed. Essentially, we can each have a closet. One of the downstairs rooms doesn't have one, but that room could use the closet under the stairs.
The owners have all of their things out, and it looks beautiful. I love all the different woods on the floors. I love the plainness of it.
We may be eating beans until our house sells, but we like beans. I can't wait to tell the children in the morning. John was going to ask Santa Claus for this house, specifically for the tree house and playset in the yard.
I'm feeling pretty much in mid air today. Our prospective buyers have said that they will make an offer on our house by the end of the week, and although I'm pretty thrilled about that, I'm still acutely aware of how far we have to go to actually buy the farmhouse. Far financially, far in terms of no one buying it tomorrow, far in terms of putting it all in a box and hauling it down the road.
Then there is that part of me that can't stop thinking about grape vines, the apple and pear trees, and the garden.
The kids are already pretty invested in it. My fault, of course. I've been practicing every little bit of karma yoga I can fathom.
This has to be one of the prettiest places on earth, this top of the hill panoramic pumpkin patch of glowing golden light. We were right up here last December to saw down our Christmas tree.
Cross your fingers. Ruby and I went to look at that old farmhouse today, and I feel a little giddy.
When I was pretty young I started reading the Foxfire books, and I have always wanted a root cellar. This one still has the shelves and big wooden bins. Across the way is a spring house.
There is room for a dog, chickens, and four bedrooms.
We camped for four days in Silk Hope, North Carolina at the Shakori Hills Festival of Music and Dance. It was sunny and golden during the day, and the moon was shining at night. Ruby loved fast fiddles, the sandbox, being a goldfinch in the Paperhand Puppet parade, the arts and crafts tent, and the moon. The campsites were full of hanging jack-o-lanterns, campfires, and candles, and our hair still smells faintly of woodsmoke.