In the bleak beginning of winter...

 towards the shortest day of the year, we took a walk.  Even though it was bitterly cold, there is a certain beauty that arrives only when the leaves are barest and the ground the most brown.

Then we came home to a festive house

We made wreathes from greens and berries in our yard

We decorated our "wee" tree

We celebrated the third Sunday in Advent

We played with a cozy Sam

And we did some more writing by the fire