It hasn’t been perfect, true.
Whatever perfect is.
There have been sunsets.
There have been creampuffs (and the cages are rattling for more). There has been candlelight and firelight and tea on the patio and music and words spoken and read and thought. There have been ideas realized and hands held, rides on strong broad shoulders, and monkeys. Yes, there have been monkeys!
There was the ocean and the star that night and there have been birds and a fox, several rabbits, deer leaping over a fence, too many squirrels to count and their nests impossibly high and visible only when the leaves fall. There was a crop of garlic and green bean salad and all those fat, happy worms.
There was snow and there were snow angels and invitations and real mail in real mailboxes.
There was rain and the lake with its waves and tides and beach glass. There were stones.
*And now there are pomegranates to remind me of what is not nothing.
With thanks to everyone who was part of the everything this year.
Everything that was. And is.
The light and love of the season to you all (laughter and pizza implied).
See you in the new year.
*(Please read this beautiful piece by Leslie Prpich… and gather your pomegranates.)