Picture books in winter...

Summer fading, winter comes--

Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,

Window robins, winter rooks,

And the picture story-books.

Water now is turned to stone

Nurse and I can walk upon;

Still we find the flowing brooks

In the picture story-books.

All the pretty things put by,

Wait upon the children's eye,

Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,

In the picture story-books.

We may see how all things are

Seas and cities, near and far,

And the flying fairies' looks,

In the picture story-books.

How am I to sing your praise,

Happy chimney-corner days,

Sitting safe in nursery nooks,

Reading picture story-books?

-Robert Louis Stevenson

An attempt at wiring pine boughs to my rails... Hmmm....

Fresh baked cookies on a wicker paper plate holder. $.25 at the thrift store. Red grosgrain ribbon goes with everything, so I have a big thing of it. Hopefully Seth's teachers like chocolate chip.


Fake greenery doesn't look so fake from a distance.


I just realized I'm channeling Meredith's style for this post. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. =)