From the Weather Desk: For three or four minutes out my window, the mostly clouded sky vaults into morning pastels that I see through the skeletal silhouettes of winter's trees. Squirrels and birds are in motion along and among the branches as the clouds behind fade back to grays surrounding small patches and streaks of soft, pink-edged blue.
A Shoutout to Pat: Thanks, for feeding our wild friends every morning. Their visiting spirits mingle with the jostle of humanity stirring everywhere in the early light.
The big day of this household's seasonal observance is two days past, the remains cleaned, distributed, and mingles now with the memories of 2018. Our open house was filled with good people, good foods, and good heart for three full hours.
Ahead lie more considerations for traditional observances of the holidays still to come as we move through this last month of the year.
Much remains to be done to declare "Ready!" for the holidays. I do less each year now but that's okay--not that I'm just forgiving myself for doing less--it seems more a switch to quieter observances and appreciations of the bounties of my own existence. Or, that you and I exist at all. The love of family and friends and far beyond pervades everything and I'm a little astonished to know of it.
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| Betsy, Pat's Florida daughter, shared this from her zoo workplace. |
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