How did this happen, I ponder, on this cold, clear Sunday morning?

The sky is the brilliant blue of a crisp, clear, frigidly cold winter morn.

Though, to be sure, is it “officially” winter yet?

It certainly is here.  And somehow I missed the coming of it I think.  We were going along about our business, with a very long, dry, warm fall that sort of just was here and then sort of just was gone.  We had no spectacular blooming of autumnal splendor.  No gorgeous fall colors.  I didn’t even rake leaves this year.  Really.   The leaves that fell were brown and shriveled and crispy and what’s the fun in that?  No big fluffy piles to jump in and throw around and roll around in.  Just a lot of detritus from the quaking trees all around us.

Then I think it got a little chilly.  The days grew shorter.  We had the ridiculous annual changing of the clocks ceremony (don’t even get me started).  We decorated for Halloween (yes, very early, as we love us some Halloween here).  I made a pirate costume.  We trick or treated–mostly treated.  The Halloween decorations came down.

I think it got a little chillier.  Then a little bit of snow dusted the ground.  Not much, but a taste of things to come?

And then the teasing of Christmas–the all-Christmas, all-the-time Christmas music stations, the hint of red and white packaging at stores–had us looking forward to our most favorite time of the year.  At least for the darling daughter and I.  Thank you Goddess for blessing my life with someone who appreciates the finer things.  What a joyful life for me!

We like turkey and stuffing, don’t get me wrong.  We had a lovely Thanksgiving dinner.  I started on Wednesday and didn’t leave the kitchen until Thursday night it seemed.  But you should have seen the turkey.  Holy moses was it gorgeous.  And, if I do say so myself, pretty darn delicious.  (For some unknown reason I cannot access my iPhoto photos to show you the gorgeous Thanksgiving spread.  See my instagram account instead.  @dlbvet I’ll keep working on it.  Maybe.)

And then we got the trees.  All three of them.  I know, I know.  We took down three trees.  After a long discussion with the daughter regarding the loss of the trees’ O2 producing and CO2 reducing potential.  In fact, before we set out, the munchikin had stated she didn’t want a tree for her room this year.  She wanted to save a tree instead.   This was good news as it meant one less tree to drag back down the mountain to the house.  But then she saw the perfect one.  And so we have three.

And now the house is decorated for Christmas.  There is more snow outside.  A moose walked by last night while the chili was simmering and I was attempting a new recipe for grain-free, egg-free “tortilla chips.”  (Which, by the way, earned thumbs up from everyone.)

How did we get here?  Time marching on.  The turning of the wheel.  The changing of the seasons.  A clarion call for learning to live in the moment.  To appreciate the bounty and beauty of each and every second we are blessed with.

Blessings to you this beautiful winter morn.



About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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