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It's be-ginning to look a lot like Christmas! (Feel free to hum along with me.)
As I'm writing this 'round about 5 p.m. in the afternoon, it's snowing lightly. I'm reminded I truly love this time of year when darkness descends by 4:30. (Ducking as I imagine some of you throwing a heavy object at me.) Especially during the pre- (and post) holiday period when the house is full of sparkling lights and other colorful decorations. What could create a cozier atmosphere? Besides that, it reminds me we have a lovely, long evening of relaxing ahead of us. And we do, most nights. If only the jaw-cracking yawns and drooping eyelids wouldn't attack both of us by 8 o'clock!
The darkness of the winter mornings doesn't bother me either since it's the start of my most productive time of the day. Papa Pea and I are both up and dressed quickly, then building up the fires in the kitchen and living room wood stoves. 'Tis the season so I slide a Christmas CD into the kitchen player while we make our individual morning cups of caffeine.
Sometimes I sit at the computer with my latte, but lately I've been trying to avoid that sedentary act as I don't think it enables me to get my brain in gear nor my body functioning as quickly as when I stay upright and move around physically. Deciding what to make for breakfast and getting that started, I like to do a quick tidying up of the house, picking up and putting away whatever has been left scattered from the night before. Wood boxes might get filled, the kitchen floor swept, notations made on the list of what I hope to accomplish during the day.
Yep, I wouldn't mind if this time of year lasted longer than it does. (Sincere apologies to those of you who have to leave home in the dark and return again in darkness. I remember very well how that really made the days seem unbelievably short in length and caused a permanent red crease on the forehead from wearing a head lamp so much.)
Recently I came across this reminder I made to myself a few years ago on an index card, clipped to the month of December in my yearly planner. It reads:
Written on August 8th - 85 degrees and humid!
A THOUGHT TO REMEMBER IN DECEMBER
It's 4:30 in the afternoon, I'm tired, hot, sweaty,
bug-bitten and pooped from working
outside on a million different projects --
AND there are still a couple hours
to work before dinner
(smoothies 'cause I don't have time or energy
for anything else) and then we'll probably
be out for an hour or two after dinner to finish
a time-sensitive project -- grass seeding, this time.
So in December, savor 4:30 in the afternoon
(dark yet?), savor the day spent indoors,
savor the good dinner, savor the "long" evening
ahead spent reading, knitting, quilting, relaxing.
HOORAY FOR WINTER!!