I can feel her snuggling in smugly to December.
She’s a “one room cabin” — plus bathroom, plus the crawl space upstairs which we use as two bedrooms, plus the dark addition which we use as entry and storage and pantry and workshop, plus the light addition (doesn’t have all its walls) which we use for construction materials.
She’s a one room cabin whose welcoming reach exceeds her grasp.
She’s over the moon to know there will be celebrations here soon, more celebrations, more confluences of quests and calendars.
She’s warm, she’s bright. My house is ready for the holidays.