Judy, she of t
he rather rotund pony Squeegee, put together a pair of lovely wreaths for us, crafted on a cardboard base with birchbark gleaned from firewood (never, never peel a living birch tree folks... Years ago we even posted in the cottages a short poem about discouraging that:" Men there be that kill their women, push them overboard at sea;
Wives there be that slay their husbands, putting poison in their tea;
but the meanest of the wretches, though through all the world you search;
is that lout devoid of feeling who would peel a silver birch.")
There is never a shortage of birchbark to be found in the firewood pile, however, and that is fair game for craftspersons!
Meanwhile, in the kitchen at their cottage, Katie and Kathy were whipping up Christmas cookies. Katie brought Nancy a snowman, and a Christmas pony. Sadly, we must report that the cookies did not last nearly as long as the wreath... but on the other hand, the cookies were delicious!
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