It’s been two months since I last wrote on my blog. Truthfully, it doesn’t seem like it has been that long, and I had to check my stats to actually prove to myself that it has been.
Two months, eight weeks, sixty some days, more hours than I care to figure out. It is time and it has passed by.
In this time I have spent time with friends. Had meals out with friends. Cleaned my house several times. Done a ton of laundry (well, not really, it just seems that way). Ironed for several hours (which I really do not mind). I have gone on a women’s retreat at the beach. I have written and taught a Bible Study. I have made holiday plans for both Thanksgiving, and Christmas and New Year’s. I have even addressed most of my Christmas cards and started to plan our neighborhood party.
Time passes. Seasons fly by. Our area has been hit with two tornadoes. The green leaves have changed to bright colors and have started to fade and fall all over. The last of our tomatoes have been brought indoors and we watch them wondering if they will ripen any more.
The holly berries have appeared and the camellia’s are budding, waiting for the holidays to come so they can start to bloom. Soon the birds will perch on the holly trees ridding them of the bright red berries.
And time marches on. Seasons continue to pass. The sky gets dark earlier and the cold sets in then. It is the beginning of winter and I am happy for that. I have started to decorate for Christmas already. I have never done this this early before and have found myself enjoying it more than I imagined. Somehow, it brings a sense of settling in. A sense of preparation for Christmas. A feeling of not rushing to do it all and trying to grasp the joy of it all. A feeling of looking forward to not only the gift giving, surge of activity, but of actually thinking of what Christmas is. I can look at the angels and think of the host of angels that appeared over that manger. I can look at the trees that are up and decorated and think of the people who will gather around them and be grateful and so thankful for them.
Yes, time is marching on and there is a peace to all of it. Thanks for stopping by. I do appreciate it. Cathi (DAF)