But going by so very quickly that I'm almost panicking.
Today is Wednesday, mid-week already. Zoom, half another week gone. Right along with half of the month, too.
I don't know how it can be possible, but this time of year goes by faster for me than busy summer time. With our earlier than usual cold weather and a snow cover on the ground, I feel farther into the winter season than perhaps we actually are. But then again, Thanksgiving is next week. Yikes.
With the onset of temperatures hovering near the zero mark and our blanket of snow, the poultry isn't interested in leaving the confines of their shelters.
"Snow? You expect us to walk on bare feet in the snow??"
The chickens are showing their displeasure by refusing to lay eggs. Well, they're still laying but two or three a day from a dozen birds?! Come on, girls, I've got Christmas baking coming up shortly, and I'm gonna need a plentiful supply of eggs.
The mundane, but important, everyday tasks can keep me busy throughout the whole day, and I have to make a conscious effort to take/make the time to do the things my creativity and imagination yearn for.
Between a couple of hours last night and a short time this morning weaving in yarn ends, I've finished the latest pair of socks for my daughter. Now on to another pair for my husband to add to the two pair I've already knit for him. No doubt about it, knitting socks has become an addiction for me, especially when those near and dear are so appreciative of having them.
I'm thinking of making up the doughs for various Christmas cookies and stashing it in the freezer in anticipation of baking the cookies closer to holiday time. Can't say I thoroughly enjoy that part (the mixing of the dough) of making cookies, but forming the already mixed dough and baking and the wonderful aroma the house gets filled with while seeing the different colorful varieties pile up on the kitchen table and counters . . . that's the fun part for me.
I realize many people don't like, even dread, the gray, cold, monochromatic, dark month of November, but I've always been fond of it. It gives me a warm, fuzzy, hibernation-is-coming feeling and signals the true end of our busiest outdoor season. It brings the anticipation of the holidays, and the (yearned for) approach of the slower winter months ahead.
November is a good month.
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