This is the time of year when I annually search for something to say in this blog. I question why I write. Am I a garden blogger? Most likely, but i don't really have any expertise. All i know came from the Wise Women who taught me over the years - and continue to teach me now. This time of year, there's nothing happening outside, so i find myself at a loss for ideas to contribute.
Am I a cooking blogger? Clearly not! I work at home, so i can't blog about life in the workplace. Style? nope! Travel? not likely. Commentary on current events? Not!
i like to think of myself as part of the vast world of blogger friends, but am not sure that i contribute much to the conversation [especially since i can't comment from my tablet and find myself using it more and more]. I don't want to just crawl into my chair, bury myself in a book [actually, i do like that idea!] and not post until spring, so i need a holiday project.
This year it will be wreaths.
It seems like the Thanksgiving weekend is the start of serious decorating for Christmas in the States. Except that, as i have been looking for interesting wreaths to share, i am not finding many yet.
This charming wreath was in the downtown square of Harrisonburg, Virginia, where we vacationed for a few days early last week. The wreath was pretty enough, but it was the whole little "summer house" that caught my eye.
Stay tuned. There will be plenty more before the month ends.
Whether it was the Pilgrims or the Jamestown settlers, I'm glad our forefathers and mothers took the time to be thankful for their survival and started us on this annual observance.
We live in a time of such plenty [at least in much of the world] that an annual pause to reflect is in order.
This year I am especially thankful for good health. My younger brother is dealing with serious vision issues and it makes me realize how precious my good [tho aging!] vision is, and how much it contributes to my well-being.
I'm thankful for Mitchell, who enriches my life daily. Playing his harp fills our home with music and my heart with joy.
And, the man can cook, too.
I'm thankful for Elizabeth and James - they know why.
And, I am very thankful for the friends I've found in the blog world. Women and men across the globe who share their daily loves and lives with each other and with me. Interesting people with triumphs and tribulations who offer support and guidance to folks who used to be strangers.
It's a wonderful world on the blog. Who knew?
You know who your are. Raise a cup or a glass and know I am saying "thank you" when I raise mine .... hopefully filled with something bubbly!
November may be the only month when the garden truly sleeps.
There is nothing left actively blooming, but as I look around the camellia is full of buds that mean flowers by Christmas and then in January the hellebores will burst forth and we will start the entire cycle again.
Outside, it's time for a rest. Time to enjoy the grasses and the berries.
What could be nicer than watching the seasons come and go in the garden. I hope to retire in about three years and spend more time just digging in the dirt. I'm not a professional gardener, but enjoy putting my hands in the dirt and seeing what happens.
For now, let's enjoy it together!