The sunshine is brilliant but the temperature very low this morning.
Our coldest night and morning yet this season.
At last it feels like Christmas weather.
Warm socks pulled up around my ankles feel good, and the
coffee mug warms my hands now starting to feel dry from
winter's chill. Time for gloves.
Piano music from Brian Cain's album 'A Change of Seasons' is playing softly.
I admit being obsessed by his beautiful music.
There are many birds at the feeders, some also braving the water
in yet to freeze birdbaths, tough little feathered friends.
Yesterday I completed my decorating for the holidays.
Lights were turned on.
The tree in the gazebo glittered last evening, the cottage and porch
glowed warmly from the floodlit front garden. I wandered down to the
street to look back and enjoy the view.
The night was silent and still as cold nights can be.
Later today some shopping for holiday baking items.
Soon a trip westward to the mountains with visits to special friends.
Wrapping and more card writing.
Deliver gifts to some special little ones.
House cleaning, ugh!
Cooking plans and such written on refrigerator notepad.
Pick up fresh greens for the mantel.
Make mince pies + brandy butter for them on Christmas Eve.
Prepare my English trifle dessert for San Antonio friends who will
make a quick holiday stop.
The list grows. . . . . . . .the holiday season always busy.
Thoughts of childhood Christmases so long ago, so far away.
I feel the spirit of Christmas.