
I haven't wrote in a while and my soul seems to miss the openness of words flowing out like ripples. I never know where those ripples will go but hopefully they beach at other understanding hearts. It is November, those few, precious, empty days before the Thanksgiving planning and cooking begin, and Christmas shopping gets well underway. The quiet before the storm. The leaves have nearly all fallen and days have turned gray keeping me indoors looking out. This leaves me time for sneaking up decorations. Winter decorations, I call them, to avoid the criticism of bringing out the Christmas ones too early but we all know what they are. The label just makes it more acceptable. There is winter greenery, winter berries (I didn't even have to make those up), winter village... it's only Christmas when Santa and his sleigh show up, and winter wreaths. The sun has somewhat abandoned me so I have to find new ways to throw some light around the house and glittery things do reflect pretty little lights after all. Winter decorating, it's acceptable right?