Saturday, September 23, 2017

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.”

~ Robert Herrick, To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

It’s Saturday, which really means very little to me other than it’s a day I chose not to go shopping because it’s crowded.

I may choose otherwise today because I found the perfect Christmas tree, one like I’ve been hankering for since last year when I got the spark of an idea and I don’t want to risk waiting too long lest they be all gone.

I’m not a Christmas tree person; I’ve had a prelit tabletop tree for ten plus years. But this tree. Oh my, this tree. It’s non traditional and simple (kind of like me)!

And yes, I’m aware that I’m breaking another one of my personal rules by talking about Christmas in September.

But there’s this tree . . .

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here most mornings with a photo and a few words about ordinary extraordinary things and, sometimes, thin places where faith intersects.
  1. ARG! You said the C word in September! My ears are bleeding. 🙂 I’m already starting to question my grandsons, covertly, about what they might like for Christmas…I do like to start the shopping early so I can spread the expenses out over several months.

    1. LOL! Sorry, Karen!

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