Well, the days have melted into one another...It is hard to believe that half of January has already zipped by us. I was hoping that things would be more organized by now, but it seems that I'm still spending too much time in the kitchen. Maybe if I wasn't too fussy about sweeping and wiping the kitchen floor after every meal, I might save some time. My husband and mother say I clean the floor more often than most folks clean in a week. I had a friend who said she didn't mind eating from my kitchen floor (we don't wear shoes around the house so that helps, I guess). Maybe I'm compulsive-obsessive in that area.  Hmmm....

Oh, last Friday, a deer went in front of my husband's truck. Thankfully the damage was minimal, the deer was just dazed and most of all, my dear husband was all right, if not a bit surprised. We picked him up after he drove the truck to the body shop and then after we got home, he took the van to work. So school was disrupted that day.

Actually it doesn't take much for school to be disrupted. We are pretty spontaneous. Like this morning, upon waking up, my daughter asked, “Can today be a train day?” And I thought, “Why not?” Maybe I could catch up with my Bible reading (I was so happy I caught up over the weekend; in fact I was ahead, but once more I'm two days behind ) and organize my guest room (repository of Thanksgiving and Christmas stuff especially since the attic entrance is in that room). “Train Day” means she gets to follow her heart and read or write or create anything related to trains (her passion). “Train Day” means we forget about school for the day. We did our memory verses and a little study, and happily I let her loose. Too bad I was in the kitchen much of the time and never got to tick off things from my to-do list (blogging was not one of them – blogging is just relaxing to me...).

DD had her violin lesson at 2.30pm and on our way home, it started to snow really prettily. Just little flurries. I know while friends in the north do get tired of snow, we don't get enough of it, if all. I knew the chances of it sticking were nil but the children had high hopes of the snow accumulating. They ran into the back yard and squealed with joy as they stuck out their tongues to catch the tiny snow flakes. Poor things. I hope we get at least a few inches of snow in the several weeks! They so want to make at least a snow-baby! I made them hot cocoa when they came back in and dd told me she wanted to write a little poem about snow.

So here it is. I thought it was very sweet. :)  She does have a way with nature poems I must say.

“How Gently It Falls Down” - A Poem about Snow

by Michiko Gibson

It falls gently to the earth.
How gently it falls down.
We step and make footprints in the tuff.
How gently it falls down.
Rabbits frolic and run.
It's for them great fun.
How gently it falls down.

Okay, we're done with dinner and dh is doing the dishes for me while I sit in front of the computer. He is kindness personified. Oh, he's done. I hear him practicing the banjo now. I'm going to make a big mug of hot tea now and catch up on my reading. 

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