Let it hereby be recorded that today is the first snowfall of the season.
I am not ready this year. That seems to be my mantra ( if I had one;) Not ready. You know what is terrible about this lack of readiness? It completely interferes with the ability to rejoice in the ‘now’. The stress of unreadiness, of feeling like you want to lasso time and yell “WHOA!” just drains out the joie de vivre of ones existance. Run and catch up, run and catch up….pant…pant….run some more.
Although I am trying to luxuriate in the blessings of the day as an exercise in counteracting that. Just not in balance with all things I have to do.
Yet, here is the first snowfall and the gutters should still be emptied of leaves, the last leaves on the ground were not gathered up (it takes several rounds of raking to remedy the leaf fall around here.) I have some outdoor furniture to put away…some bulbs my mother gave me back in the early fall that are not planted. Not that there aren’t excuses for all of this, but excuses don’t get the work done.
And it is time to think about Christmas decorations.
Last year the house was alight, but this year my husband thinks we should abstain. I’m inclined to agree…except for some little things on ground level. You know, just for festivity.
HA! Well, the first snow makes you think of Christmas here in the Midwest. While it puts a blanket on everything else. Like my non-existant gardening year.
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