This challenge is simple: step back for a few minutes each week to find a lovely thing, a precious moment, anything you find lovely. Then post about it. You can just post a picture or you can go into detail and tell it as a reflection, story or poem.
It could be anything:
a smile…a rainbow…a flower…a kind act…a tasty treat
This time of year the sap starts flowing. I always feel like I need to do something in the garden.
A couple of weeks ago, a few days before it snowed, I found an irresistible packet of seeds. I wasn’t sure where I was going to put them, my beds are pretty full of perennials and volunteer annuals. I carried the packet around in my purse. In part to not have to answer questions from my very linear spouse about what on earth I was thinking (because I wasn’t thinking when I got the seeds).
I eventually decided to put in a hummingbird garden in my backyard to be a micro getaway location. YouTube provided instructions on creating a “no dig” bed.
The only things left to do are making a border and waiting for spring.
November is a month that isn’t any one season, at least around here. It is a blend of fall and winter and spring.
The start of the month had spectacular autumn colors, but the winds and rains have been steadily denuding the trees. We have had some quite chilly days with the north wind blowing and also some nice balmy weather, enough to trick several plants into thinking it’s spring.
This year it feels like everyone is jumping the gun on Christmas…Encouraged by the advertising complex. I am more than a little cynical about that. Sometimes I refer to Christmas as “consumer-fest”. It really is not a religious holiday for most. I like to take things slower and celebrate advent, trying to find something less like jolly and more like joy.
With no kids in our lives the pressure is off…but the dark days seem to cry out for something special, something hopeful and a little bit sparkly and fun.
It seems fitting that my last NanoPoblano post would be also a Changing Seasons post. Posting every day for a month is a real challenge for me. You’d think that with just dogs to walk and household things to do I’d find it easier.
It’s been great fun to read and explore the many different posts of all the cheer peppers, thank you all for enriching my month and to Rarasaur for the very cheerful and encouraging hosting of this event.
Wishing you all a joyous Christmas, or whatever mid-winter (or summer for those in the south) fest you prefer.
A few pictures from my September. A month that is neither summer nor fall. It’s had some beautiful weather, some smoky weather, some rain
I’ve been quite depressed this month. I’m reclusive by nature so the on-going near quarantine mostly hasn’t bothered me. But our cat is ailing, the three ring circus in DC is wearing on my nerves, and I usually am getting ready to go or am on my way to China at this time of the year. Right now I am starting to wonder if I will ever see my son again (he lives in China). There just isn’t anything to look forward to…
May has been a peculiar month. Warm and cold, sunny and rainy. The news of the day combined with the weather made me think about a poem I learned in my French class in high school:
Il pleure dans mon coeur,
Comme il pleut sur la ville…
Translated: it is crying in my heart like it is raining on the city. The weather was gloomy and wet, suiting the gloom in the news.
I took these photos yesterday. I’ve often thought that May and June are really seasons of their own, not really part of spring and summer. May is iris season and June is rose season. Summer in the Puget Sound region really doesn’t start until July. This little gallery shows what’s in bloom right now on the cusp of the change, with raindrops to represent the tears so many have had to shed this month.
My wish is that you and yours can stay safe and sane as the storms rage about us. May your season of the rose be blessed.