Rewriting posts I'd plan to put up this weekend is taking longer than I'd expected. Luckily the nights are cold, and I'm awake longer than I should be, while everyone sleeps..

I need to go through drawers, packing away what Yarrow has outgrown, what I've lost intrest in, and what my husband has destroyed in winter labor. My dressers are too full for my taste.

A few trees still have leaves so dry they rattle in the winter and haunt me on late night walks. In daylight they look lovely, at night they look like ghosts.