It’s 18 degrees outside, but nothing is stopping me from breaking down the lights and calling the holiday season. There is a point at which a mere glance at ANY decoration still standing makes me itchy. Metaphorically speaking.
I love Christmas and all the beauty it brings, but seriously. Suddenly, those piles of extra things, half opened boxes, books, shoes lying around the house are my worst enemy.
And I just want my mantle back. Clean, almost bare. It’s the whole New Year thing. A fresh start. Nothing excluded.
I’m like a maniac, leaving no stone unturned. Reduce, reuse, recycle. Yes, yes and yes!
It’s going to be bone-chilling cold for the next 7 days in North Carolina. That means we will not see 40 degrees AT ALL. That’s what those newscasters are telling us. MIGHT get snow, so our lovelies are being released early from school today. They’ll be here in less than two hours. Can’t waste it. I’m heading to the living room, wiping down my mantle, pouring myself a cup of tea and sitting my tush on the couch with a book for the next hour. And maybe I’ll grab a 20 minute nap before the first one says “I’m hungry.”
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul…
And sings the tune without words
And never stops… at all. ”
Lately, perhaps out of necessity, I’ve been jotting down one thing I’m grateful for each day. Somehow, the deliberate act of writing it down and tossing in my “grateful” jar restores me. I have alway had hope, but as I age, I find the world more frightening. Maybe now, more than ever,
Emily’s quote reminds me that hope is eternal. As hard as it can be to muster, it’s there to be nourished.
How do you nourish your hope each day?
When I look at this picture of my mother, taken over the summer in her back yard by my sister, I’m nourished. I see the wisdom, grace and beauty of years lived. ❤
All butterflies and unicorns over here this morning.
I did not wake her. Wouldn’t want to mess with that passive aggressive smile. 😬
She’s written notes to me since she was a toddler. I’ve come to grow quite fond of them.
Last night’s note on the frig.
I’m afraid to look inside.
Thanks for the heads up, Zoë!
“It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement; the greatest source of visual beauty, the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living.” – Sir David Attenborough
He has inspired my 11-year old son, Hank to love this planet and all the living things that share it with us.
Thank you for again and again, Sir David, for opening up our world, and our eyes, to the glory and beauty of this amazing world. You inspire us every day. Inside and out.
I was just hoping he didn’t hit a bump in the road. That pile of watermelons is taller than the sides of that truck.
Apparently, trucks carrying watermelons are a common site in Maryland. How very lovely, but my mind raced as I imagined a giant watermelon hurdling through my windshield like a meteor racing toward Earth.
I slowed down. Quickly. And moved lanes.
I might have issues, but stranger things have happened to me while driving.
One time a deer jumped headfirst into the third row of my minivan while I was on my way back from soccer with my son, Hank.
That’s deer fur lining the frame of what used to be my 3rd row window of my Honda Odyssey. That blue carseat is where Hank was sitting when the buck with massive antlers jumped through his window, barely scraping his cheeks and landing on the far side of the back seat.
I’m pretty sure the McDonald’s Happy Meal I had just ordered for Hank saved his life. On that night he was consumed with his chicken nuggets and fries instead of wiggling around in his carseat.
He walked away with a few scrapes and cuts, mostly from the window bits.
After the firemen cleaned up up, he turned to me and asked me if he could eat the rest of his chicken nuggets and fries. I told him we would get some new ones.
We were so lucky.
So…when I see a bunch of watermelon piled up high on the back of a small truck…as quaint as it might be…I am getting out of Dodge.
No one messes with my babies on the road.