Much of December and January has looked like this:
Fifty shades of gray and sometimes even rain.
But then sometimes, I wake up to this:
And it’s soft and pretty and almost magical, and I don’t entirely hate winter.
It’s a crazy busy week/month, little time to blog, and December brings many mixed emotions for me, as I’m sure it does for many. I’m just poking my head in to say hello.
I like to think of it as a season of hope, compassion, and good will, though I rather like to think that every day is an opportunity to embrace and put forth those things.
My best thoughts to each of you for good health, good spirits, and a light heart in this hectic, sometimes trying, sometimes sad, but also joyous, month.