It's a dear idea, but we didn't do it. I only cut the leaves out of the purple paper. It has about five leaves on it upon which
The failed tree secondly delivers a sort of caution to me to not attempt over-achievement at making a holiday special, and that's a prudence I could use stepping into the "most wonderful time of the year" that is Christmas. In a month where it's easy to feel pushed and pulled and tugged to put elves on shelves, choices of advent calendars are numerous and aplenty, parties and parades and events are in every direction, I could use a moment to take heed in stopping, savoring, slowing down. What is special to us about this season? How do we nurture it, help it grow? And all while keeping our whits about us in the flow of busyness . . .
The Thanksgiving tree is down, disassembled and discarded. The leaves are tucked away to maybe try again next year. It's a dear idea. And the Christmas tree isn't up yet. It will be; in fact, we're making a date of it next Sunday because we know then we can slow our pace, make hot chocolate, turn on the music, and enjoy the processing of converting our cottage into its Christmas-time self.
I'm looking forward to it, to savoring the process.
Here are a few final Thanks-givings from the last days of November.
|this dear face soaking up some light therapy and reading |
across from me at the breakfast table before little ones were awake
|Brilliant Beauty learning how to crochet her first chain of stitches|
|date night...without Pretty Baby even though she's doggone cute|
|the remnants of our fall mantle pumpkins that Little Big Man|
was elated to have the privilege of smashing to bits in the back yard
|a sweet girl abandoning dress-up mid-costume change to look at library book after library book|
|crocheting Christmas secrets|