frivolous

There’s an air of frivolousness I’ve attached to a season that is taking its sweet time giving way to the one that is supposed to take center stage as the holidays approach, roses still pretty hanging out without all their finery. I feel lighthearted as I think about the fact that Santa sporting a red linen suit as he climbs down the chimney is expected in other parts of the country because it’s hot and wonder if that’s the one he’ll have to don when he visits the east coast this year. Only the days ahead will tell.

But what I like about leaving the house in my red linen top is the unpredictability of it all, this break from the norm and that lends merriment to my step. I have to say, it’s rather refreshing having the windows flung wide open to let in fresh air when for most of my life, they’ve been closed to lock out the frigid winds. I passed an iris with seven or more blooms laughing in the afternoon sun, its fat purple petals enjoying a second opportunity to show off their loveliness and giggled with them as I strutted along wearing something I just didn’t get enough of during the summer. The cherry blossoms are so thrilled that they are budding in December and the funny thing about it is when their petals blow and congregate on the ground in the spring, I’ve called them the snow of that season. Personally, I would welcome a bed of softness beneath my bare feet on Christmas day yet I’m totally ready to pull on my boots if the snowflakes beneath them turn out to be cold and wet. But again, only the days ahead will tell so let us rejoice as they present themselves and as you do...

keep your peepers open!®