winter woodlands

a walk, the air cold, over the fields and down into the valley where the stream gurgles and rushes. We find mistletoe and ivy and gather them to decorate the Grandparents house. Em, her Grandma and Grandad spent a long while playing pooh sticks on the little bridge, avidly waiting and watching for the first stick to appear. Then a rush of activity as Em and Grandad undammed the stream, hauling logs. Then a romp back up the steep hillside to home where hot chocolate and cake warmed us from the inside. Christmas is coming!