Surrender 🏳

How a little snow can make you love what is.

Last week, I asked you for your opinion. I found it surprising how many of you wanted listicle and link round-ups and product and reading recommendations. I feel like there are zillions of those out there, and I am not convinced the world needs another. We’ll experiment with it, because I suppose sometimes there are things I want to share with you that don’t fit neatly into a long-form personal essay. Today, we give it a try: a little bit of everything.

Our yard, which I am almost always stressing about because I feel it looks disheveled and full of weeds, finally blanketed in snow for the first time in years. Now I do not stress about the weeds at all. :)

The familiar rhythm of January has taken hold— icicles dangling from the sign above the butcher shop on Graham Avenue, the familiar crunch crunch of the snow and ice underneath my Uggs as I take our frenzied chow chow on her fifth walk of the day. All the hallmarks of mid-January around us: rewearing the same fleece pants or extra thi…