The minute the turkey left overs are packed into the fridge, America slams the door on autumn and starts decking the halls like crazy. What? It's only November 20-something. technically winter doesn't start for another month-ish if we go by the Solstice. It seems like fall, my favorite season, always gets short changed.
I am staging a one woman protest. I will not hang lights. I will not bake (not like I do much baking anyhow). I will not start my holidays cards (which I am not even sure I will get to at all this year). I will not wrap or decorate or even dare to hum a holiday tune. No. I am giving November her full glory and giving fall a chance.
turned off our dockside water for the season (sigh). And little Naia may gasp that startled baby gasp when the wind hits he rosy cheeks. But I am hanging on. Like the last little yellow leaf on the great oak tree (a favorite fall book for late November). I am hanging on for a couple of more days. Wearing my wool socks.
p.s. To welcome winter - I will be hosting a giveaway on Wednesday Dec. 1 -- stay tuned!