This weekend we took a trip to a local tree farm to cut our own Christmas tree. It was a beautiful day -- warmish and sunny. We walked through the rows of trees, Silas brushing his outstretched fingers against the boughs, comparing the soft needles to the prickly ones.
It was not long at all before he had chosen one.
A quick bit of play on the train before heading home to a (much needed) nap.
This is the first year that we are celebrating Advent. We're incorporating the Waldorf tradition of the four kingdoms and using it as an opportunity to focus on unity and an inward journey of seeking light in this season of long darkness.
"The first light of Advent is the light of stones. Stones that live in crystals, seashells, and within our bones."
We're also having a wee visitor every day. I picked up a copy of The Tomten and the Fox from the thrift store and Silas absolutely adores it. So, our own little Tomten will be visiting us each day to suggest an activity of kindness and giving for us to share.