Friday

I’m late out for my walk this morning. I normally go when it’s still dark, but I got caught up in doing things around the house. I’ve mopped the bathroom and kitchen floors and replied to a few e-mails and chit-chatted with my postmen after he knocked on our door with a bundle of parcels in his hands for us. It is one of those days where I can’t seem to get ahead. I’m doing things, but that creates another pile of items to be sorted. I’ll get there in the end.

It’s damp outside and raining, it feels like a Friday. The air has that feeling. I’ve been singing along to Christmas tunes while I clean. It makes my heart happy. The weekend is up for grabs. We have a few errands to run on Saturday and I’m working on a grocery list for the week ahead. I have a new recipe that I want to try from a cookbook that Mr. Michie surprised me with.

Mr. Michie had a late school night last night and so when he got home, we ate breakfast for dinner. I made brown sugar and maple syrup roasted apples and sausages with clementine zest, cheese grits and a pan of buttermilk biscuits. He was very happy. After dinner we cozied up on the couch and watched Love Actually. That movie always puts me in a good mood.

Here’s to the weekend! Long may it last!

Pixie Girl

As I sat down at the kitchen table today to work on writing out our Christmas cards, I noticed sugar cookie crumbs everywhere. I couldn’t figure out where they had come from. I brushed them off and carried on going through my card list.

But my mind kept turning over and over where those golden little crumbs had come from. Maybe Mr. Michie munched on a few cookies last night while working and I didn’t see him? Maybe some crumbs whisked off my dessert plate as I took it back into the kitchen to tidy up?

I got my answer this afternoon. While making a cup of tea, I heard a tiny giggle and the rustling of branches. I got out of the kitchen door just in time, to see my pixie girl nestling down in her little spot with a star shaped sugar cookie tucked into the folds of her skirt.

Now, I know where those crumbs came from! I don’t mind. You have to look after your house pixies, especially this time of year as they are reporting back to Santa, himself! And, I for one, would like a good report!

It’s Thursday, Alright!


Well,  it’s a Thursday alright! We’re doing a major overhaul in the cottage. Cleaning, gutting and downsizing. I made two trips to one charity store this morning to bring them two side tables we were getting rid of. Mr. Michie helped me make the other trip before work, to a different charity shop, that will take electrical items. I’ve dusted high up places and low down underneath places that haven’t been dusted in awhile and in doing this my vacuum broke. It hasn’t been very happy for a bit, so I guess it thought today was a good day to go.

Well, I just had to laugh, because this would only happen to me. So, even though it is just the first of December and not the first day of Christmas, I started singing, as I often sing and talk to myself: “On the first day of Christmas my true love bought for meeeee, a new-eww vaa-ac-uuummm!”

I’ve been a very good girl this year, so there is one winging it’s way to me now as I type. So, I thought I shall take a five minute break, catch my breath, re-work my plan of attack for the day and share something with all of you. I saw this gem on Monday and it is just pure Wes Anderson happiness. So, here’s to the first of the month and here’s to Thursdays, let them be short, so we can move on to Fridays and then on to the merry weekend! And, wherever that train is going, I want to ride within it’s mint green walls and rattle down the tracks.

Frost

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It seems fitting that the last day of November should bring with it, such frosty conditions. I didn’t walk for very long this morning, even with my gloves on, my fingers were just too cold.

The ice on the pond was thicker this morning. A small portion, untouched by ice, still remained and the ducks were huddled in there together, paddling about. The air smelled so clean and fresh. The woods were quiet this morning.

So much happens in the month of November that it always goes by in such a blur. I hope December doesn’t pass us by in a whirl. I keep thinking where I was a year ago and where I am now and where we might be this time next year. Goodbye, November! See you next year.

Ice & Hot Chocolate

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It was 25°F when I headed out for my walk this morning. The pond was frozen over, but one little patch by the reeds still remained swimmable, as a lone duck was paddling about. Tonight it is supposed to get even colder.

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I made my way down to the edge of the water to look at the ice. I’m always fascinated seeing how it forms. This was a contrast of angles and rough edges. It was almost feathered in some spots. I love peering at things under the ice as well. One Christmas in Denmark, we were out for a stroll and I noticed that someone had dropped a bit of a tangerine peel in a small dip in the street. The water that was resting in that dip had frozen over and the peel lay underneath. You could see crystals around it’s edges, almost like sugar. There was a beauty to it, frozen underneath the blueish coloured ice. I never photographed it. I wish that I had. I think of it often. A strange thing to think of I know, but there was a quality to the light that day and a beauty to what lay beneath our feet.

I ran errands during lunch and treated myself to a gingerbread hot chocolate. Happiness is…

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The Nature of Daylight

Today feels like a Monday. It’s not yet noon and the sun already appears as if it is starting to make it’s descent. The shadows are changing. As we move into December the lamps are turned on and the candles are lit a little earlier. At the height of Winter, we are normally almost dark by 3:30ish. It doesn’t usually bother me, the early evenings I mean. I like being cocooned in our little cottage, listening to music, cooking, reading. The darkness that envelops us this time of year, feels to me, like Mother Nature’s way of saying: Stop! Rest! Refuel! Be in the moment! Be!

I feasted on a turkey sandwich for brunch and drank a cup of Christmas tea. I totally smothered the turkey in cranberry sauce. The last taste of Thanksgiving. The rest of the turkey is cut up and ready to be used in a pot pie. Mr. Michie cooked dinner last night. It was the first time we actually cooked something since Thanksgiving.

After running errands this weekend, Mr. Michie took me on a date to the movies. We saw Arrival. I’m still thinking about it. I really enjoyed it and I feel that I need to see it again to keep piecing it all together. We each had our own interpretation.

The mid-century modern house that Amy Adams’s character lived in was scrummy! All the light that would pour in would be intoxicating. The soundtrack features one our favourite songs, On the Nature of Daylight. The title is fitting today, since I have been pondering that very thing, the nature of daylight.

Leftovers

I can’t seem to get warm today, no matter what I do. If I drink any more tea, I think I might just float away. We had a lovely Thanksgiving. It is the first time, in I can’t remember how long, that we actually celebrated Thanksgiving on the day and not the weekend.

There is a fresh loaf of bread cooling on my counter for sandwiches tonight. Our fridge is filled to the brim with leftovers and it makes me giddy. I’m not always a leftovers girl, but Thanksgiving leftovers, I’ll never say “NO” too!

This weekend, I need to get stamps for our Christmas cards and Mr. Michie is going to help me carry a stack of parcels to be posted out. If the weather forecast stays at it is, we are supposed to be chilly and foggy tomorrow, so I think it might be the perfect day to head to the movies and eat tons of popcorn! But, we’ll just see how the weekend presents itself.

Here’s to the weekend, long may it last!