Slow, Cold Sunday
It's a slow, cold Sunday at the farmette. Just the way I like it. The joy of having older children is that they are on their own, on days like this. Either with friends, or doing their own thing, it has freed me up in life for my own pursuits.
Sometimes it means an afternoon of nothing, but I enjoy the moments of nothing-ness. They don't come very often around here.
The photo shows one of our pear trees resting during this winter season. Taken a few days before we had snow on the ground, I know it is already contemplating spring.
Linking up with The Barn Collective today.