there was a fine frost on the ground this morning. we debated whether or not it had snowed. i left early to get us pastries and milk and then we put up the christmas tree, which is white and blue (really), not ours but still, it feels like christmas alright.
in the evenings, we have dinner so early that by the time it gets to 8 o’clock I’m ready for bed.
i feel still as if i am mid-pause. not ready, just yet, to exhale, although i am glad to welcome december in, to be knee deep in all the making (what could feel more like christmas?), to be making choices like, what butter, what fabric, rather than those swift and noisy November ones that already feel part of another life.