Sunday Drive

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Over the river and through the woods we go to get our tree. Breakfast high on the cliff above the river, and a short drive further to the little farm. We don't chop our trees down ourselves. We just buy one of the ones that are already cut at the farm for $10 then go on the hayride around the field, twice. The hayride's the thing. Amelia squinting at the sun, pointing at the trees, wobbling on the bales, calling, "Wheeeee! Wheeeeeeeeee!" as we bump and rumble through the field. It smells good out there, fresh and green and cold. It's very cold. We drive a bit further on to see the sheep (which say, "Baaaaaaaaaaaaa! Baaaaaaa!" She does an uncanny impression). The late-afternoon sun is flaring through the moss-covered trees, which always makes me cry. The impossibly huge, impossibly white moutain gleams behind us. We wiggle back through the woods, nothing else to do. We turn up the music, take detours over hills and dales, feel old and new. My love runs into Starbucks and brings back hot chocolates. It's Sunday, and I'm Sunday driving, with a little tree in the back of the car and a little girl singing in her baby voice to herself in the back seat. I'd go around twice, if I could.

Let it begin, let it begin: The Christmas season is here. I found Milla's post (and its comments) very poignant. I think I was meant to be Finnish. I'm channeling Finnish Christmas. It's funny how Christmas makes you want things — things that have nothing to do with money. Our yard is dark with mud and muck. Bee the cat is sleeping in Amelia's sled, the one that's layered in buffalo-check polarfleece and hiding in the office until we go to the snow. My friend tells me about the ice-skating party she was invited to. There were kids, dogs, cocoa, and a bonfire. I howled with envy. Do you want to build a snowman? Yes, I do!

I cultivate a collection of candles. I make too many runs up to Pip's for cinnamon mini-doughnuts and their (quite awesome) chai (Heart of Gold) in the pouring rain. Amelia stands on her changing table in her pajamas and we look at the bright winter moon out her nursery window. The window is cold, condensation drifting like frost. "Bubbles," she says of the drops of water, and pulls her tiny finger along the glass. Goodnight tree. Goodnight stars. Goodnight moon. In the big bed, I listen to her snore softly beside me. I pull her hair out of her mouth, tuck her under the quilts, snuggle close. I say my prayers: Let me give. It's all here. Go slow, winter. Go slow.

 

81 comments

Maria Julia Varela says: December 09, 2014 at 05:29 AM

Beautiful post! Beautiful photos! Beautiful Amelia!

I can see a little bit of the future grown up girl in that second picture! She's so beautiful, Alicia. Enjoy these cozy days of homemaking with your baby...hope you have a lovely holiday season! I enjoy your pictures so much. xo

Your posts always remind me about what is important. Thanks for the reminder.

I wanted to tell you for some time now: your blog is truly one of the most beautiful, peaceful and inspiring cozy corners of the Internet I ever had the pleasure to read.
May you have a wonderful winter!

Kathy Pink says: January 06, 2015 at 11:02 AM

Hi Alicia, I love reading your blog and enjoy all the beautiful pictures you post. Your daughter is so sweet, and it's fun seeing her grow up. In the Dec. 5 post, in one of the pictures from the tree farm, Amelia is wearing a little beige knitted hat with a kind of scarf that has one side crossing through the other. Would you be able to provide the pattern? Lots of friends with babies talk about the babies constantly pulling the hats off . . . this would solve the problem, and keep little necks warm too. Again, thank you for sharing your family and life stories with us.

Hello, looks to me as if you have been having a wonderful Holiday Season. It does go quickly at times, but you and your sweet family seem to have it down. Spend time together, make memories, enjoy life! Family.... that's what it's all about. Nothing can compare to the love you receive and give to the ones you love.
Each time you spend time making memories is time that will come back to you, our kids often bring up times when they were little and we "played together". We did a lot of fun things together as they grew... made up stories, built tents in the living room, bedrooms, dining rooms or where ever else we could manage. Indoor picnics, sewing lessons, singing whenever or where ever we were. Singing The Old Grey Mare, The Old Wooden Bucket, etc..., I Am A Child of God. Enjoy life... I firming believe that is why we are here. God Bless You and Your Family for the New Year.

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My name is Alicia Paulson
and I love to make things. I live with my husband and daughter in Portland, Oregon, and design sewing, embroidery, knitting, and crochet patterns. See more about me at aliciapaulson.com

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Since August of 2011 I've been using a Canon EOS 60D with an EF 18-200mm kit lens and an EF 100mm f/2.8 Macro lens.