Catherine Nicolai

and I felt quite lucky to get to experience it at all. It's a thing I love about humans, when they find a passion and put themselves into it. The gardener who knows the Latin names for all the plants in their greenhouse, The amateur astronomer watching for a comet in the quiet of early morning. Knitters and potters and model railroad enthusiasts.

and I felt quite lucky to get to experience it at all. It's a thing I love about humans, when they find a passion and put themselves into it. The gardener who knows the Latin names for all the plants in their greenhouse, The amateur astronomer watching for a comet in the quiet of early morning. Knitters and potters and model railroad enthusiasts.

and I felt quite lucky to get to experience it at all. It's a thing I love about humans, when they find a passion and put themselves into it. The gardener who knows the Latin names for all the plants in their greenhouse, The amateur astronomer watching for a comet in the quiet of early morning. Knitters and potters and model railroad enthusiasts.

Isn't it just another version of the little kid who knows every kind of dinosaur? When I was in college, there was a storefront between the bagel shop I stopped at most every morning and my first class of the day. In that shop, a man with silver hair made fine suits by hand. And I often peered in to watch him, dressed neatly in one of his own suits, as he ironed fabric and marked it with chalk.

Isn't it just another version of the little kid who knows every kind of dinosaur? When I was in college, there was a storefront between the bagel shop I stopped at most every morning and my first class of the day. In that shop, a man with silver hair made fine suits by hand. And I often peered in to watch him, dressed neatly in one of his own suits, as he ironed fabric and marked it with chalk.

Isn't it just another version of the little kid who knows every kind of dinosaur? When I was in college, there was a storefront between the bagel shop I stopped at most every morning and my first class of the day. In that shop, a man with silver hair made fine suits by hand. And I often peered in to watch him, dressed neatly in one of his own suits, as he ironed fabric and marked it with chalk.

Years later, I still thought of him often. His work was clearly a passion. And he did it with such care and skill. The people who wore his suits must have felt like they were walking around in a work of art. My box of popcorn was nearly empty. and remembering that the trains would be on display all month. I pulled my hat tight over my ears and got ready to head back into the night.

Years later, I still thought of him often. His work was clearly a passion. And he did it with such care and skill. The people who wore his suits must have felt like they were walking around in a work of art. My box of popcorn was nearly empty. and remembering that the trains would be on display all month. I pulled my hat tight over my ears and got ready to head back into the night.

Years later, I still thought of him often. His work was clearly a passion. And he did it with such care and skill. The people who wore his suits must have felt like they were walking around in a work of art. My box of popcorn was nearly empty. and remembering that the trains would be on display all month. I pulled my hat tight over my ears and got ready to head back into the night.

I pretended I was stepping off a train rather than out of a theater. And as I strolled through town, I made up a story about coming home for the holidays. My first time back in my hometown after a while away. And who might be waiting for me? caring a lot about something, finding a passion, imagining, telling stories, and playing pretend. I would never be too grown up for any of it.

I pretended I was stepping off a train rather than out of a theater. And as I strolled through town, I made up a story about coming home for the holidays. My first time back in my hometown after a while away. And who might be waiting for me? caring a lot about something, finding a passion, imagining, telling stories, and playing pretend. I would never be too grown up for any of it.

I pretended I was stepping off a train rather than out of a theater. And as I strolled through town, I made up a story about coming home for the holidays. My first time back in my hometown after a while away. And who might be waiting for me? caring a lot about something, finding a passion, imagining, telling stories, and playing pretend. I would never be too grown up for any of it.

The Innkeeper's Holiday For most of the winter season, the inn sat quiet and dark. There might be a light on in one of the rooms on the top floor or in the library as the innkeeper caught up on her rest and relaxation. she cooked small meals for herself down in the kitchen and shoveled just enough of the front drive to get in and out. She watched from the back porch as the lake froze over,

The Innkeeper's Holiday For most of the winter season, the inn sat quiet and dark. There might be a light on in one of the rooms on the top floor or in the library as the innkeeper caught up on her rest and relaxation. she cooked small meals for herself down in the kitchen and shoveled just enough of the front drive to get in and out. She watched from the back porch as the lake froze over,

The Innkeeper's Holiday For most of the winter season, the inn sat quiet and dark. There might be a light on in one of the rooms on the top floor or in the library as the innkeeper caught up on her rest and relaxation. she cooked small meals for herself down in the kitchen and shoveled just enough of the front drive to get in and out. She watched from the back porch as the lake froze over,

and answered the phone when it rang with guests calling to book their summer stays. But starting in the middle of December, the great house began to light up. Strands of twinkle lights were wound around the fence posts in the drive. and along the roof lines and porch rails. The window boxes were stuffed with pine boughs and holly berries and tall, dried pine cones.

and answered the phone when it rang with guests calling to book their summer stays. But starting in the middle of December, the great house began to light up. Strands of twinkle lights were wound around the fence posts in the drive. and along the roof lines and porch rails. The window boxes were stuffed with pine boughs and holly berries and tall, dried pine cones.

and answered the phone when it rang with guests calling to book their summer stays. But starting in the middle of December, the great house began to light up. Strands of twinkle lights were wound around the fence posts in the drive. and along the roof lines and porch rails. The window boxes were stuffed with pine boughs and holly berries and tall, dried pine cones.

The innkeeper thought that there was something reminiscent of a honeycomb in their shape. as she tucked them into place. In the attic, she found boxes of glass ornaments and pretty ceramic reindeer that looked like they'd been sculpted by hand. She'd been pushing the attic stairs back up into place when she heard a car door slam from the drive.

The innkeeper thought that there was something reminiscent of a honeycomb in their shape. as she tucked them into place. In the attic, she found boxes of glass ornaments and pretty ceramic reindeer that looked like they'd been sculpted by hand. She'd been pushing the attic stairs back up into place when she heard a car door slam from the drive.