joyeux noël

steve and i just started making plans for our next extended stay in languedoc, france. what that might mean is a particularly joyeux noël 2019, where after buying our ducks for duck confit at the duck fat market, we roast a capon in the oven over smoking stems of woody thyme, and then walk through the yellow lights of the village for our christmas constitutional, after perhaps a tiny chilled glass of lemon verbena liqueur. i’m not saying i’m already looking forward to it . . . that’s not what i’m saying.

red pine needles and viburnum berries

slow snow

i’m mostly holding firm on my quiet holiday vow. i snuck off for a lunch date with my hubby. i’ve been trying to end each day with a fire. i’m going to bed with a pile of books near me. i’ve done well shopping small and local, or else mail order. and i’ve been giving my puggle all the affirmations. in the interest of full disclosure: i’ve mostly been doing the last of these.

evergreen snowflakes

seashells?

we had pasta alle vongole for dinner. so you get seashells for breakfast. actually, if you find shells on a beach, they are seashells. what if you find shells in a colander at the bottom of your sink the morning? are they still seashells? or are they leftover clams? discuss.

cherrystone clam shells

reactive vs active

2018 was a year spent reacting to external stimuli. a hot water heater died. we replaced it. four boilers died. we replaced them. a house had been occupied by incontinent cats and dogs. we stripped it bare and renovated it. my nephew got married. we flew to california to attend the wedding. my husband won a writing award. he flew to phoenix to accept. but  today steve and i had a lunch date, where we started letting ourselves dream again about what happens in 2019 and beyond. it was a small gesture, but the balance tipped from reacting to events, to making plans. and suddenly we were at our best again. look out 2019. you are in big trouble.

rubber tree plant

late middle age

some things have begun to droop, and the rosy cheeks of youth have faded a bit, but i want to get to know this rose a lot more than its uncomplicatedly pink and youthful earlier self.

rose