the season

What a wonderful holiday.  I love Thanksgiving and this was one of the best.  We were joined by a few very dear friends at our home for an afternoon and evening of food and conversation.  Lovely.  It wasn’t raining or snowing.  There was a bit of snow on the deck and a dusting on the lawn.  The pond was icing over.  After dinner I started the stock for the next day’s soup.  Then, dessert.  Coffee.  We knitted and played with spindles.  In the evening, the stars came out in force.  Wine.  We walked down to the shop and shared ideas and projects.  We looked at the sky.  Perfect.

Friday, I cut greens, balsam, spruce and cedar.  I loaded my window boxes and planters.  I cut for wreaths and for jobs ahead.  I tied and loaded them into the truck.  The smell.. oh my!   We ate turkey soup.  I covered the remaining planters in the gardens and we did our best to mouse proof the generator. We loaded more firewood onto the porch.  I chased Sammy off the ice.  Many times.  We had leftover salad with pears, blue cheese, cranberries and pecans.  More stars. 

More walks, some knitting and spinning, but just a bit.

The weekend was the lead in to my holiday madness, the business of decorating our clients places of business.  The welcome calm before the storm.  The next week or so.  Non-stop.  I’m figuring that this year, with the poorer economy, it won’t be quite as hectic as usual.  In between bows and trees, preparation and installations, there should be time to sneak in some dyeing.  If my hands hold out, I’ll try to knit before bedtime.  There will be walking.  The red flocking on the ribbon raises havoc with my sinuses.  I must clear my head.   And the soup.. I’ll be happy to have the leftover in my freezer.

The Christmas stocking would be more fun to knit in wool, but I’m practical.  There will be melted chocolate in it at some point.  Or something.  Over the years, a stocking has been knit for every member of the family.  This is my great nephew’s first Christmas.