It's another Aimless Betty evening. Ok. Make that morning. I've got that restless feeling hanging with me and thought I'd tap the keys for a bit.
With Thanksgiving just near the curve of the road where you can only make out its tail lights, I'd guess it's mostly ok to whisper the word Christmas. Or the waiting for Christmas. We got out all the Dept. 56 villages tonight and have started to set them out on the piano top and bookshelves. Just seeing them again slowed time for me a wee bit, let me take in the moment without having it torn away by the realization that routine is coming up faster than I believed. That it's closer than the way it appears in the mirror.
We've got a pretty good collection of both the Dickens stuff and Pine Isles. I'd like to live in a place like Pine Isles. Do some ice fishing, roast marshmallows over a campfire in winter, and be so close to nature that I could wear it like a second skin.
Or maybe just live there for a little while, drink lots of cocoa, coffee and tea, look out at the winter landscape near almost nothing but a few homes, and take in the wildlife. There'd be plenty of time to write, and think, and write some more. And maybe bring a few good friends to share in it all.
On a slightly different note, we've got a sharp-shinned hawk spending some time on a tree branch near the neighbor's side of the creek. I'm pretty sure it's a female. We managed to get a picture of her the other day, but it wasn't a very good one. If we can manage to get a better one, I'll post it. I've never seen anything like her before. Such beautiful markings.
With Thanksgiving just near the curve of the road where you can only make out its tail lights, I'd guess it's mostly ok to whisper the word Christmas. Or the waiting for Christmas. We got out all the Dept. 56 villages tonight and have started to set them out on the piano top and bookshelves. Just seeing them again slowed time for me a wee bit, let me take in the moment without having it torn away by the realization that routine is coming up faster than I believed. That it's closer than the way it appears in the mirror.
We've got a pretty good collection of both the Dickens stuff and Pine Isles. I'd like to live in a place like Pine Isles. Do some ice fishing, roast marshmallows over a campfire in winter, and be so close to nature that I could wear it like a second skin.
Or maybe just live there for a little while, drink lots of cocoa, coffee and tea, look out at the winter landscape near almost nothing but a few homes, and take in the wildlife. There'd be plenty of time to write, and think, and write some more. And maybe bring a few good friends to share in it all.
On a slightly different note, we've got a sharp-shinned hawk spending some time on a tree branch near the neighbor's side of the creek. I'm pretty sure it's a female. We managed to get a picture of her the other day, but it wasn't a very good one. If we can manage to get a better one, I'll post it. I've never seen anything like her before. Such beautiful markings.
posted by Heather O'Neill | 25.11.06
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