Now, since we have dogs who like to eat cookies, even cookies that appear to be out of their reach unless you tip the tree over . . . we just eat them. But we still make them. They are . . . anticipated.
After the kitchen had been restored from cookie mess to original cleanliness, we hopped in the car and drove south down the valley to a little "restored" village on the Jordan River situated around an old mill that was originally owned and operated by a family named Gardner. Hence the name. Each miniscule log cabin houses a tiny shop. At Christmastime, it becomes a magical place.
This year it was overcast and threatening snow. The river was iced over, except for the place the ducks and geese kept open. Our favorite shops are a yarn shop, a Christmas ornament shop, a toy shop and (of course) a candy shop. There's another shop which defies description, containing whimsical signs, ruffly skirts and shawls, perfumes and incense. They always have the incense going ad nauseatum, so only Daughter #1 and #2 can bear to spend much time there. We've found many wonderful ornaments in the ornament shop (even a bagpiping Santa) and this year we were hoping for a lady missionary, but no dice, so I had to settle for a knitting ornament. The candy shop yielded it's usual heavenly fudge and an amazing variety of Jelly Bellies.
We did find something for Daughter #1's upcoming mission, but it was at the cross stitch and quilting shop. We enlisted the help of the proprietress in purchasing it under D#1's very nose without her knowing about it. Had a little trouble in that all the credit card computer systems went down just then, but D#2 and HH came up with the required cash.
It was a satisfactory day.