Monday, November 28, 2011
The local flora is in that in-between stage--some trees totally bare, others still flaming, several shrubs half-clothed and shivering. The garden has two stalwart mums in bloom and new growth: columbine and pinks just up from the ground, thanks to that long Indian Summer in October and a warm November.
There are even patches of new grass since the last mow. And on the curb, mountains of leaves awaiting the post-holiday leaf pickup. I took a chilly walk into town for fresh air and to shake off any post-holiday blues. All the time now I am buoyant on an ocean of joy, a calm ocean in this metaphor.
Joy to the World. Blind Boys of Alabama singing "Go Tell it on the Mountain." The Trans-Siberian Orchestra's Lost Christmas Eve. New this year, thanks to a gift last year, Tori Amos, Midwinter Graces.
I love Christmas music! But then, I haven't been out shopping yet. And may not go out shopping at all!