Category – ‘Tis the Season

I needed a new look at the front door. The fall flowers on a birch wreath looked as though they needed a funeral. My neighbor shared her generous crop of pinecones with me. I got busy with a large piece of cardboard and a handful of hot glue sticks. An old evergreen wreath filled in the middle and I plopped on a bow. Now I’m ready for the season.

My sister sent this lovely Christmas centerpiece. I smile every time I see it.

Our mantle currently has twenty-five stockings. By next year we’ll add three more–one new birth and a couple of in-law grandchildren. Who would have guessed sixty years ago my husband and I would have such a legacy!

I ran so late trimming my hedges this year that actually was well past the season for when I usually do this chore. I finally got the ones in front of the house done, but the ones around the patio in the back of our house still aren’t done. If I keep dithering, I’ll be doing them in the snow.

One day in early November, on my usual way home from an art class, I came upon this beautifully decorated tree. It turned out to be the Mayor’s tree.

I posted recently that I didn’t have any Christmas lights on my house. Out front, that’s true. But I do have lights on our screened porch in back. We can see them through the great room windows.

Going to pick out our Christmas tree this weekend. For years, we’ve gone to the same Boy Scout lot – usually on the coldest, ickiest night! There are so many pros and cons to both real and artificial trees. Which do you prefer?

I’ve got my Christmas wreath up, so I’m ready for the holidays. No lights for us this year. Are you putting up lights at your house?

I am thankful for my faith, health, family, friends, part-time job, our home, and all the freedoms we enjoy in America. These freedoms came and are preserved at a price. Many men and women have put their lives at risk, some losing all, to protect them. I am thankful for their service and worthy sacrifice. May we never forget this.

Autumn’s gaudy gownsnow tattered at the edges.Winter approaches.