Nothing is so lovely as a quietly snoring dog and some evening Brahms, as you sit in a comfortably overstuffed chair with your feet on the footstool.
I tell myself to slow down and appreciate the now. Still, the cool and darkening days leave me with a desire to put up the new non-traditional Christmas tree (it’s taller than the simple Charlie Brown birch tree of last season, but otherwise exactly the same). It’s not technically a Christmas tree so I think I could pull it off. But I won’t. Not yet. At least not until November.
For now, the outdoor furniture and pots have been put away, the garden is barren but for Swiss chard. A paper bag with garlic bulbs in it waits by the back door for planting. My cozy reading socks have come out, and I’ve switched up the clothes in my closet. I bought a pair of shoes (shoes!), and my flip-flops and ballet flats have given way to socks and shoes.
I’m embracing the change this year; settling in and getting comfortable, like I have done with this age and stage of life. It’s a good life. It’s not always easy, and there are still burdens and concerns, but overall it’s a very good life. As my granddaughter says: hashtag blessed.
That’s the view from here.
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Today, gathering with my Bible study women, and anticipating the delivery of a new book, On Reading Well: Finding the Good Life Through Great Books. I can’t wait to brew a cup of licorice tea, pull on my reading socks, and curl up under a quilt with it.