I’m at that age when I finally understand (and empathize with!) my mother’s late-age dread of the oncoming winter. But November has been unusually warm in Minneapolis this year and although the weather bureau tells me that our prolonged autumn is about to come to an end, I’m surprised to find that this year, I don’t mind.
The gardens have been winterized for several weeks now. (Not that there was much to do; I long ago replaced my 14 high-maintenance rose bushes with low-care perennials.)
Porch and patio furniture is stored and the snow blower is ready to go. (Thank you, Spouse.)
The house is redolent with the sweet smell of pumpkin pies cooling on the kitchen counter.
Could it be this slow ramp-up to winter that’s making me feel like decorating for Christmas? As the family has dwindled, so has my passion for decking the halls. Heck; I even used to deck the loo!
It’s been a few years since I’ve done the Martha Stewart thing. So it’s kind of fun to feel a return of my hankering to bring in fresh pine boughs, bring up baubles for the tree, and bring on the holiday music.
(OK…maybe not the music; not just yet. But soon.)
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!