

The holidays are over and the new year has begun. I look out the window this morning and feel peaceful for the first time in weeks. It's a cold yet bright, sunshine-filled day. The sky is its typical cold pale winter blue and the sunlight reflects off of patches of rooftop snow. Tree branches are bare and brown, sticking little wooden fingers into the sky. Little to no movement, no wind to speak of, the world seems still, as if everyone and everything sits in a contemplative silence. Lovely. Although the holidays bring friends and family, hustle and bustle, giving and gathering, there is a point at which I am ready for the lull that comes after. January through March is cold here, and quiet. It is a time to rest, to hibernate, and to let a stir-crazy cabin fever build up until spring comes and I'm ready to burst. Like any other cycle. Ebb and flow. Seasons changing. Time to bake!
Happy New Year, All!
Meg
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