Just when I’m trying to decompress after the election and wanting to relax a little about the economy, I just heard the Christmas tree industry will suffer its effects. I don’t want to hear anymore. Turn the volume off on local and world news. Let’s have quiet.
Around every corner, I’m constantly reminded of how unprepared I am, as I haven’t given menus, decorating, or shopping more than a fleeting thought. I’m not finished autumn decorating yet! A radio station dedicates an all-Christmas repertoire and sleigh bells and snowy TV ads are putting the pressure on while we’re still wearing flip-flops. I think I’ll wait until Thanksgiving weekend to start worrying and put off my holiday stress until I can’t wait another day.
The sparkle, wonder, and beauty of the Christmas season are on my list of favorite things. I love the surprises, too. But at this moment, as I write, the stress is making me sweat, struggling to keep up with the ususal daily stuff.
Speaking of surprises…
Weeks have gone by without a glimpse of my friend, the Stinker. Yes, he's there with his eye on me.
Hello. It’s only me, and I see you, too.
So, are you going to just sit there?
Do something! I want to try a new feature on this camera to capture your usual flight away from me. Come to my house and snack on my overload of fishies…on second thought, don’t!
Eastern Bluebirds are back after a few weeks away.
Nice surprises :o)
Still begging for food
until the seasonal weather stuns them enough to sink to the bottom of the pond
and the frogs disappear ‘til Spring.