Oh, look. Another month year snuck by me.
As predicted, back in October, it’s been a blur. I’m robbing January to pay December at this point (heck—I might even be borrowing time into February by now), putting off all sorts of things that I shouldn’t be, because there are a hundred others needing to be done now, now, now. Yesterday.
Almost (but not quite) too busy to notice the cold.
Almost (but not quite) too busy to appreciate the little things that make the cold worthwhile—all the little things that I would miss about Winter if I never saw it again…
The sky was wonderfully crisp last night. Oh, to be sure, my teeth were chattering, but the sky was gorgeous. And the sun, to make up for its brevity, shows up in unexpected places now, like painting the pantry with tree branch shadows. We see (and hear) hawks a lot more in the Winter—I could hear one calling outside as I was taking pictures of the tree shadows in the pantry. And if it weren’t for Winter, I’m convinced that the bugs would have taken over the Earth by now. And then there’s citrus. Citrus is not a little thing. It’s a Big Thing. You will be seeing more about citrus in the coming days.
I love having seasons, really I do. I just always seem to be ready for Winter to leave a lot sooner than it’s ready to go. But for now, there are still a hundred things to do.
A Month of Sundries 