Nothing eventful has happened on this once-in-a-lifetime day of 12 – 12 – 12.
Snow has been flying all day at our Lil’ Cabin in the Snowy Woods. That’s predictable at this time of year, but I must tell you it had been raining almost everyday just a week ago. I can’t stand rain in the winter; it makes people crabby. Besides, rain doesn’t seem right especially at this time of year. I want to look out of my windows and see a winter wonderland for the holidays. There will be time enough for rain in the spring.
-Nothing Unusual Here
As sparkly flakes fluttered down this a.m., I baked 2 loaves of Eileen’s famous pumpkin bread. It’s very tasty and been a popular Google search since Autumn and colder weather has arrived (you can get the recipe here). The house smelled like fall and the aroma tempting enough to rouse my girls out of their cozy beds.
A mid-morning walk with my daughter was typical as we trudged through the snow and shared secrets about ourselves. Before we got to the house, we stopped in the drive to talk a little more and that’s when I picked up a stick in order to write 12 -12 -12 in the snow for a picture of the day. I put the deer skull on the right to add some flair.
A Pileated Woodpecker has been pecking away at our house as he and a Northern Flicker have done almost daily since moving here. Someone said we should take a B-B gun and shoot the birds as though they were annoying pests. I don’t think I have the heart for that considering both of these birds are such beautiful creatures. I’m not sure how to deter their pecking on the house, however.
The afternoon is slipping away and so far it’s been ordinary. I don’t know of anyone that’s been part of a mass wedding, planned a party, or gone shopping on this 12th day before Christmas. But the day is young and you never know what’s in store. I could receive 12 million dollars after taxes or see 12 moose in the woods. Anything can happen when you’re in the flow.
Happy 12 – 12 – 12
P.S. As an after note: This is the first time I’ve been able to get a picture of that woodpecker. I’d say that was a stroke of luck for this most extraordinary date.