That could be the whole post summed up in one word.
The holidays came and went and another New Year is upon us.
I must be getting old, because the years seem to be getting shorter.
To share all the gory details of what my days have been comprised
would likely have you nodding off in no time.
But as the temperatures have dropped,
so too have the activities.
I find it's a perfect time to focus on those little needling tasks
that lurk in the corners and jump out and remind us of their presence
when we least desire it.
And with that I will share~
I have about 30 years worth of photos that were
yes, that is the right word
adorning the spare room bed.
They have haunted me for some time.
Long - oh, mini-series style long story short,
I have been working on them.
I am through my second album.
Next, I will get our wedding pictures in an album.
Have I mentioned, I am not a scrapbooker?
It's so not my thing.
Something else I like to do this time of year
is what I refer to as cleaning to the corners.
Well, "like" might not be exactly the right word.
But it really is a good time to get some of those tasks
taken care of that get neglected the rest of the year.
Oooor is that just me?
The decorations are down.
Most of the pine needles are vacuumed up.
There are always some strays aren't there?
Now we can settle in with our new books we received for Christmas
and enjoy the long evenings.
My phone has some annoying settings somewhere I am not privy to
which means what I do is anonymous or entirely blocked.
So I have found that lately I've not been "online" as much.
I like it.
I try to remember what it was like before we were all so
While there are many folks and sites that I really like,
I seem to be calmer when I disconnect a little more.
I have found a few spare and much needed moments to pick up my needle and continue on those projects that were set down in the spring when the garden demanded attention.
Some folks like to grumble about having to stay home
or not being able to do this or that,
but I find it the perfect season for replenishing the soul
or hibernation as I like to call it.
I've never minded being alone and actually need it at times.
I do love my husband and family and friends,
but there is a filtering within that can only be done in solitude.
It is a season like all the others.
Just because it doesn't parade around with bells and whistles
like some of the other seasons
doesn't render it less important.
So take up a cup of your favorite warm beverage,
find a piece of reading or your needle or widdlin' knife
and find a quiet place.
You might be surprised at what your soul has to share.
Keep well and keep warm dear friends.