while out this morning i saw a man wrestling a large bright string of lights onto his front tree.
the tea drawer smells overwhemingly like Tim's latest tea choice: lemon ginger blend. yum.
i could smell a wood stove burning today.
i keep accidentally sitting on the cat, hidden under the couch afghan.
piñon woodcrafted incense is wafting through the house.
the timer is telling me tea is ready.
and the snow has begun falling in fat heavy flakes:
what beauties is your saturday holding?