We're having a delightfully simple and low-key holiday season with a lot of time in my favorite place - home. The babes and I are slowly falling into a restful winter rhythm, and I try my best to encourage enough sleeping and gentle activity. Winter is such a calming time for me. Everything here feels quiet and hushed. There is still plenty of chaos with mouths to feed, housework ever-in-progress, and the needs of so many breathing beings to tend to, but it's gentler somehow. Here are some highlights from our Christmastime:
I finished baby's pebble vest just in time for Christmas Eve mass! (no time for blocking, though)
There was no shortage of kitchen helpers in the cookie-making department this year.
Just in from morning chores and snuggling up for a nap - my favorite way to ease into the day. (And yes, my baby boy is wearing a pink bunny hat - my grandma made it for me when I was a newborn!)
I made my first goat's milk mozzarella using Leigh's recipe. This cheese is so fun to make, and it's amazing how the curds eventually become like taffy after kneading and heating! It is wonderful, and pizza is on the menu tomorrow.
In other goat news, Abby
recovered from her bout with bloat, which did my heart such good! (a
couple drenches with wheat germ oil, lots of rumen massaging, and some
baking soda left out free-choice and she seems to be healthy again). I
usually kind of freak out when one of the animals gets sick, and I spend
so much time fretting about what might happen, but this time I had a
peaceful feeling about the whole thing. I did my research calmly, said
my usual prayer to St. Francis (the patron saint of animals) and just
went with my gut (ha!). I think I'm just becoming more at ease with the
natural cycles of life. There is one inexplicable thing that happened in
the course of dealing with this issue that still has us a bit awe-struck -
one night when Abby seemed to be at her worst and we began to
contemplate interventions, we called the large animal vet to ask for
some advice. We left a message for the on-call vet, and when she called
us back she began the conversation with, "So I hear Abby is having some
trouble?" We are certain we never told the receptionist the name of the
goat (in fact, I was chastising my husband a bit for referring to her as "it") and we've never before spoken to this doctor. She was so kind and
seemed to imply that things would be okay. An angel? A Christmas
miracle? Call me crazy, but Oh Yes, I'm certain they do exist!
Grandparents miles away were visited, and I plan on spending the majority of the next month at home - no travel plans, big errands, or appointments pulling me away. I'm really looking forward to fluffing the nest a bit and hibernating for awhile. Anyone else out there feel the need to do the same thing in the depths of winter?