Smile *VBS* It's your birthday! This is a delightful belated birthday card I received last week. It came from the DDIL that had given me the Harvest Blessings plaque. I had received my bonsai tree from her hubby, my oldest son and the card said 'from the family'. This little card surprise and delighted me *VBS* I love squirrels. They are so impossibly ridiculous..you just gotta smile ****Avanti photo****This weekend is the bi-annual Hudson Quilt Show, and Betsy and I went, along with our mutual friend Gail(she's the one in the guest house at Betsy's right now). I'll tell you about the quilt show and show pictures later this week. I did MORE stash enhancing *VBS*. Today my mind is still on the 'season' and blessings.
I have to confess I've had a life long discontent with November. I've turned my back, ranted against it, written poetry about it, pretended it ISN'T actually Nov,
suffered through it, etc, etc, etc. You name it(including bad words) and I've probably felt that way. I rarely use the word HATE, it's such a strong word...it should be used very sparingly or not at all. But...I have HATED November. I'm alright again once December comes..it's just November that bothers me.
It's the dying. The falling away of visual life in my surrounding landscape that bothers me. I stand and survey my 'world' and everything is ending, dying, going away. And then the winds begin. I don't like the wind to begin with, and in November it seems to be 'possessed'. Seeking out the weak branches, the last of the fallen leaves, any loose shingles on the roof. The wind seems to stress test my entire world in November. It flips the rug on my porch around, rattles my windows, makes the sign on the door bang, bang, bang. It scares Ebby and cause disquiet and discontent in me.
I find myself in unfamiliar territory this year. A first glimmer, or perhaps a fully lite section is being revealed as November unfolds. I actually 'see' the role November plays in the circle of the year, and the circle of life. I speak as a child of the midwest. I have no actual reality of living without seasons. There is,no doubt, cyclic change for those of you who don't have 4 distinct seasons. I spent a year in Biloxi, MS and a short time later, a year on the coastline of Oregon. Even there I detected seasons(of a sort)just not the drastic change I was used to living with.
And altho I view this new awareness as a blessing,I don't seem to be 'ready'(word wise)to expand on it...at least not today. Discovery is a process, as is quilt making. Like a unicorn in the garden, it isn't for everyone, and will only reveal itself in its own time.
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