Saturday morning, December 1st, I was, as I too often am of late, struck melancholy by the realization that the year is almost gone. Rather than cry myself into a puddle of useless, quivering jelly, I jotted down a haiku to honor the occasion.
How fast does time fly?
If I’m the fleeing sparrow,
time’s the diving hawk.
Then, I spent as much of the weekend as I could enjoying the company of loved ones and concluded the weekend by decorating with my own little family.
With a little help from The Girl and The Boy, I strung the lights while The Boss supervised.
Then these three hung the ornaments. You’ll notice the windows are up. The sun shone all day, and the temperature hit 70 degrees in Middle Tennessee yesterday. Perfect weather for picking up leaves and decorating together.
Note our cool sunflower, Mr. Jingles, chillin’ next to the family of gnomes. What gnomes, you ask?
These l’il fellas were so impressed by our seasonal artistic efforts that they insisted on taking up temporary residence.
The Girl, chewing: “Can you see my Laffy Taffy? Wait, this isn’t going on your blog, is it?” Oh, yes, Sweetie, it most certainly is!
My Heart, my Loves, my reasons for being!
And one of me, too, just for the heck of it.
My oh my, isn’t it lovely?
Do y’all do much decorating at Christmastime? Do you put up indoor lights, outdoor lights, or both? Since the blogosphere is so wonderfully diverse, I have to ask: If you don’t identify as a Christian, do you celebrate Christmas in any way? If so, what gives the season meaning for you, or do you only participate out of a sense of cultural pressure or consumerist zeal?