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Looking forward to cocooning today.  We've been socializing and holiday partying for the last 3 weeks and I need to stay here on the mountain and do more baking and preparing for company coming.  Temperature was low 20's with ice crystals and frost in the forest when we awoke early this morning.  Cliff's fire in the soapstone stove spread the warmth throughout the house.  We love the new stove.   The feeders at the back porch and in the front garden look like O'Hare Airport during  Christmas travel.  We need to set up an air-traffic control tower.  Mark will be heading this direction at the end of the week to spend Christmas with us and we just found out Michael and Mike Jr will be arriving soon after Christmas.  On their way here, they will stay one night at Lauria and Jim's "bed-and-breakfast" and meet the last two additions to their family before finishing the trek to Murphy.  Michael has been anxious to see what Murphy offers since his father sold the store and he is between jobs now.  I've started a new grocery list and have a batch of cookies baking as I type.  Will bake most of the day today.


Checked my drying gourds this morning.  They feel lighter as they should.  The insides must be drying but not sure how the outside progresses.  Some look as if they are molding.  I may have been too anxious when I picked them this fall not allowing them to mature fully on the vine. 

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