|A felted sweater pinecone in a bowl of real pinecones.|
|This will be our Christmas tree for this year.|
|Angels for my angels.|
|Poinsettia--a package topper, instead of a bow.|
It's only 4 p.m. but already dark. I'm putting on my pajamas, making a cup of peppermint tea, and sitting down by my reading lamp with a book (The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver). I'm taking a cooking things vacation, too--sandwiches for supper tonight only because I wouldn't get away with serving only toast.