Celebrating Every Day

To Warm a Winter’s Night

A Leaf From The Tree of Songs

By Adam Christianson

When harpers once in wooden hall
A shining chord would strike
Their songs like arrows pierced the soul
Of great and low alike

Aglow by hearth and candleflame
From burning branch or ember
The mist of all their music sang
As if to ask in wonder

Is there a moment quite as keen
Or memory as bright 
As light and fire and music sweet
To warm the winter’s night?


 Star Lantern Tutorial here.

Sweetness and Light

Every year on 13 December, before the morning sun lights the sky, Lucia comes wearing a candle-lit evergreen wreath, bearing saffron buns and coffee (cocoa for the children).  We sit in bed together, savouring this delicacy in the stillness of dawn.


A circlet of evergreen, lit with candles, symbolising the Light of the World and His eternal nature

Lucia {eldest daughter Cat}


Josie's first taste of Lussekatt.


The night treads heavily
around yards and dwellings
In places unreached by sun,
the shadows brood
Into our dark house she comes,
bearing lighted candles,
Saint Lucia, Saint Lucia.

Snow’s Coming

After that early snowstorm in late October, we thought we were in for a very snowy autumn.  Just two days ago, the children were playing outdoors with only wooly jumpers, and asking for a picnic lunch.  In December.

But the snow is coming.  We’re forecast to get some snow tomorrow morning, then again perhaps over the weekend.  We’ve been grateful for the stay, but are looking forward to seasonal weather.  There are hills to sled on at the farm, and I need a little something to help get me into the anticipatory spirit of Advent.

The snowy winter helps also to turn my mind to seeds, and farm babies.  We’ve got two bred Shetland ewes coming to the farm on Saturday afternoon, and we’re working on having our six eligible Oberhasli (milkers and yearlings) bred by two handsome boys at a friend’s farm.  And I’ll be planning for older egg layers, chicks, poults, and goslings for the coming season.  The three barrows have an appointment with the knackerman next month, and the girls will be bred for spring piglets.

The house is nearing the end of restorations, and I am looking forward to sitting in the bay window of our living room, with a piece of handwork, watching the children play in the snow, while something comforting bubbles on the stove.

Geese paddling in the water alongside the barn after a mid-autumn snow.


Hens in the yard, as the snow had begun to melt away.


Scratching among the boughs of the 40-foot evergreen that was felled in late summer.

There are many who would wish away winter.  I say, “let it snow”.

Butternut Squash Bisque with a drizzle of homemade cranberry sauce.


Butternut Squash Bisque

2 butternut squash, halved and cleaned of seeds and fibres

1 medium onion, chopped

butter or oil

1 qt. chicken stock

1 c. heavy cream (raw if you can get it!)

cinnamon, coriander, and ginger (ground) to taste

salt and pepper to taste


Preheat oven to 400.  Place squash halves on a baking sheet, cut side down and roast for 1 hour, until quite soft and caramelized.  Set aside to cool.  In a stockpot, sauté onions in butter (or oil if you prefer) at medium heat for about 10 minutes, until soft and translucent.  Add spices and cook a further 2 minutes, taking care not to burn the spices.  Add chicken stock and heat through.  Scoop flesh from the squash and add to the pot.  Remove soup from heat and purée using an immersion blender, food processor, or standard blender.  Return soup to the pot and add cream.  Gently heat through and serve with a dark green salad and homemade bread.  We like to drizzle on freshly made cranberry sauce, but a dollop of sour cream would do nicely also.

Precious Time

Childhood is a short season.  ~Helen Hayes

Where does the time go?  Somewhere.  And too quickly.  When did our little boy grow into a man?  A man who will take the time to colour and imagine a beautiful world with his little brother.


Oh the joy of being able to drop everything because there is an imaginary world that demands to be brought to life from the mind of a small child, with the help of an older brother.


Working... hands and hearts together.


Mirror:: what his hands were, and what his hands will become.

St. Nicholas Day

May your day be filled with childlike wonder and joy… and sweet surprises!


Awaiting the children in the morning...


Tiny gifts at each seat, a lovely surprise!


A ball!


Just a nibble before breakfast.




Gingery biscuits, clementine, and gold {chocolate} coins.

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