How is the first week of November already behind us?
Our beautiful pumpkin from the wedding is withering in the backyard. We added peppermint oil so that it would last a bit longer but it too must rot. My fella, a sensitive man, insisted that it should do so while remaining in our backyard. It will and we'll just have to pray that racoons don't climb the fence to eat the remains.
Even my wedding bouquet is hanging in a closet to dry. I adore dried flowers so it will *live again* in a large jar that I purchased earlier in the week.
'Tis the season of death but also the season of hope.
November is really all about nesting and contemplation". Something about that line resonates and also reminds me how I have not written in my journal in months. Tomorrow brings a bit of sadness as well. My sofa is being carried away so that my fella and I can move his L-shaped sofa to my house/our home. I've written that line a bit dramatically. My sofa was never comfortable for sitting but I adored it in the store because it's a dark, dark gray. I looked for it for a very long time before finding it. I don't want to write that it was a disappointment because I have this weird inanimate-objects-have-feelings syndrome. It's going to a good home... to someone who loves overly cushy cushions who will sit and watch television when all I wish to do on a sofa is sit with a book. I made a decision a long time ago to ban televisions from all living room space where one might entertain guests. That is another story but my sofa would be perfect for television/ movie viewing... and sleeping if one didn't have a bed.
My life has been so busybusybusy preparing for this and that and the next thing I know Halloween was a week ago!
Thanksgiving and Christmas will follow if I don't make an active decision to sit and be. Thank you,