It’s a snowy afternoon. We sang Christmas carols in church this morning. A feast after church, and now I am researching and designing the next Sailors Chest, while my wife decorates the Christmas tree. If the snow lets off the two of us will put down our drinks and gear up for a run down to the cemetery to look at Celtic Crosses.
A draft from the window crosses my elbow, the Ginkgo Biloba tree is empty, another cup of coffee for the drive home.