Early Winter Thoughts

Winter’s first true snows have blanketed the yards in our neighborhood. Soft piles gently tuck withered mums and hostas in for a long nap as the ice incased twigs and branches overhead sing a tinkling lullaby. A parade of large flakes marches diagonally beyond my parlor windows, a lovely visual contrast to the warm red and green hues emanating from the room itself.

My holiday garlands are hanging as testament to the energy I had prior to Thanksgiving. The verve faded a week ago, no thanks to a bad bout of bronchitis, and my tree stands naked in the corner. I should make some effort to dust it. There are many other things that need attention.  I hope that the antibiotics kick in soon.

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Annie Jeffries said...

Dear Autrice,

There is something so melancholy about this post, no doubt due to the bronchitis. I think the between holidays slump has also hit. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas. Add a dash of four birthday for my family mixed in with all of this, and I can totally relate to what you are feeling.

But the world around you sounds to beautiful, as you portray it. Gently tucked mums and hostas has such a warm, comforting feel to it.

It was so good to see you here. It's been quite a while. And yes, I am hoping the antibiotics kick in soon too.


T. Mininni-Totin said...

Dear Annie,

The world is filled with beauty but (for me) it takes forcefully ripping every last bit of commercialism from my life. I start on Oct 1 and denude things until Jan 6.

I've been very bad about blogging. It's a shame. So many wonderful things have happened in life and I selfishly chose to not record them. I really need to get back into the therapeutic habit. I've kept up with your blog, though, and greatly enjoy it!

Love to you,