It was the little things today that held me up. The little things always come through when things come up like a little one home sick, a broken espresso machine. It was warmth from hands wrapped around a cup filled and refilled throughout the day of mint tea - a welcome from the past days of holiday snacking and rich foods. It was a crisp white bowl filled with fresh clementines. It was a new wreathe - alive and smelling of pine, sap, damp earth, winter - hung on our front door ushering in the season. It was switching up the blog layout to three columns instead of two just because I felt the need for a little something different in this space. It was a gift given to me today from a higher source, I do believe, to watch an owl take flight from our backdoor seconds after a flock of Canadian geese flew over it. This wee bit of a lot we live on, still wild. Yes, the little things always come through. I do so hope there's been a little wild and wonderful in your day, too.
