Dollhouse Divine

We drove to the Cape this morning to pick up a lovely dollhouse that someone was selling, completely furnished yet, with delightful little treasures. A young lady will be so happy to get this house and add her own creative touches. I must confess I want to set it up and start to play. The fireplace even has andirons.

Everything for Christmas is pretty much in readiness, which is always astounding when one thinks beforehand of all the work required to bring all the preparations to completion.

We lunched at the Daniel Webster Inn in Sandwich, after a nice drive back West along Route 6A. The wreathe business must be good, because every house had at least one, and some houses sported a wreathe on every window. The Cape looked so festive. In case you live somewhere besides New England, I am referring to Cape Cod, which is always referred to as "the Cape " in these parts. Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard are called "the Islands", and there are even signs indicating, "the Islands," and do those from far afield even know what that means? Reading New England road signs is definitely not a walk in the park.

The new snow is coating all the limbs and roofs and looks so lovely. We drove by the cows and they had some hay (hooray!) and the baby was getting breakfast. Interesting to note that experienced cow moms are kind of like experienced human moms. They don't obsess over every little detail and they seem relaxed, even a bit casual. These are moms with several kids (calves) and nothing much fazes them.

I'm actually sending the first 100 pages of Festival Madness off tomorrow. Took forever to write a cover letter and tweak the synopsis. Synopses are the bane of writers. So it goes.

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