On Christmas Eve we hosted an Open House in the afternoon for our neighbors. I set the table with cheeses, dips and heritage turkey.
I set out wine glasses and a selection of local Sierra Foothills wine.
And then I put up my feet and prayed we would get guests.
At 1pm, they started arriving. We had a full house, laughter, shared stories and supportive conversation for Marv, who will be starting chemotherapy soon. The rain poured down while we laughed and talked. The last guests left at 8pm. We sent them home with cartons of eggs and warm hugs.
During the night, the rain moved out and the skies cleared. It was 29F when we went outside to do chores. All the gate latches were frozen shut and the porch was slick with ice. I started a fire, put on my scarf, beanie, gloves and jacket before heading out to the chicken pen to open the hen house pop hole. While trying to unfreeze the latch, I heard the smoke alarm going off in the house. I ran, slipping and sliding, on the crispy grass back to the house. I had forgotten to open the damper in the wood stove before starting the fire this morning and the house was filling with smoke. I opened the damper, turned on the whole house fan, and waited for the smoke to abate. Brett says I need at least one cup of coffee before starting the fire in the morning. No doubt, he is right.
We wish you all a very Merry Christmas.