balms

kinds of domesticity evolve and shift in the winter months. at this point the cold, flat days, sometimes drifted over with the threats of snow, other times pierced with the glass shard cold of clear-skied sun become monotonous no matter how dutifully one tries to find divine meaning in examining Light.

little miracles of plain things have kindled little bonfires in our small house and plain though they may be, they have helped immeasurably.

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** training our kefir grains to fizzle and thrive in the cloudy gravenstein juice we so love. turns out, the chalky, sweet juice is never happier than when plunked into a large jar of the stuff. after 24 hours (versus 48 for the water and fruit concoction) the juice is fiercely carbonated from the hard working kefir grains and undeniably boozy. yip yip!