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Minimalist First Sunday in Advent Style. . .


We take a relatively understated approach to seasonal decor around Totleigh.  Best to keep clutter to a minimum so that we aren't sick of Christmas by the time it actually arrives.  Know what I mean?

And we have had a few inches of snow here in The Grand Duchy!  The next three weeks or so will, invariably, be a bit busy as the semester winds down.  However, probably like many people, I am looking very forward to Advent and the Christmas season.  

In the meantime, it's back to the salt mines tomorrow (Monday) as my much missed maternal grandfather used to joke.  We have not been entirely inactive since Thanksgiving Day.  This year's Christmas wreaths have been hung on either side of the front door, and the icicle lights suspended from the eaves along the front of the house (our sole concession to seasonal exterior illumination).  Most of the leaves have been sucked up from the lawn by now, and the snowblower even started on the first try this morning.  

You know.  Just to be sure it works when we actually need it.  January through early March can be quite snowy here in Mid-Michigan in a good year. 

On that note, and most important, the cross-country skis stand waxed and at the ready in the garage.  Winter can begin in earnest.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

24+ hours of very light by steady snow yielded this delightful scene from the rear of our house this morning.  Many people dislike winter and complain endlessly about it, but we look forward to and enjoy all that the season has to offer time and weather permitting.  It's just one of those many small bits of joy that are all around us everyday if we bother to notice. 


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