A Little Christmas Craft

These long winter nights leave my Main Squeeze and myself with a couple hours of “What to do now?” after dinner.

We do not have television which rules out watching it the remainder of the evening. We have movies, but they are all downstairs and leaving the warm, crackling fire all alone seems out of the question. So what does one do with the last couple dark hours of a winter evening?

Often we listen to books on tape, or take turns reading a book out-loud. A good story is even better by firelight.

But this night Christmas crafts were on the agenda, for fun. Now my main squeeze is not big on doing ‘crafty things’, but timing and preparation is everything. When I set the box of paints, brushes and paper on the table with a cheerful invitation to do a Christmas craft, he said, “Sure!”

It was fun and easy. I found it on Instagram account @kidscraftbarn.

How do you spend your long winter nights? BTW—Winter Solstice is only a few days away!

Merry Christmas from our house to yours.

A fun Christmas craft.
Called cotton ball art.
We all have a creative spirit in us!
Merry Christmas from our house to yours.🎄

The Little Mystery on Our Road

There is a little mystery on our road, but first the backstory.

I have been the only walker on this road for over nine years. Until this year a couple neighbors have begun walking occasionally as well. It has been a great way to greet and get to know our neighbors. We all know each other now, help each other when needed and keep an eye out for each other. It is a wonderful neighborhood.

The paved driveway to our house is a dead-end road. Nearly a mile it length, it serves only the six homes with a private drive to each. With no thoroughfare we rarely see vehicles or people other than service/work related vehicles.

Recently, while out on a walk, something caught my eye on an old stump beside the road. It was a rock. Not the painted rock-type that has been popular to leave for others to find though. This one was polished and had the word IMAGINE in gold letters carved into it. Interesting word I thought to myself as I tumbled it into my pocket.

Next day on the same stump, different spot, I discovered another polished stone. PEACE was carved into this one.

I have greeted these other two neighbor gals as we pass. I have not seen them doing anything to or near the old stump.

Several days later, to my great surprise, a bright, tiny color caught my attention on the old stump. It had been transformed into a petite display of miniatures! Tiny glass mushrooms, glass white chicken and her two bright yellow chicks and a tiny pool. The old, decaying stump has turned into a mysterious, happy setting of fun and imagination.

I do not know who had the pleasure of creating this little mystery. I just know it has been fun.

Resting on the old stump.
Found this one the next day on the ground.
The bright little colors caught my eye.
A tiny pool, I think? Or a bird bath?
Little glass hen and chicks nestled in the old stump.
A smily wooden face set on the stump.
Little mushrooms and flowers placed all around.
Buster says somebody has been here! But who? Our little mystery on the road.