I wish I could say that I was productive this past week.
I'm not really sure why, but for the better part of the week I was totally unmotivated.
I had plenty of time, and opportunity, to get busy.
I just didn't.
I managed to pin together the strips for the the quilt I am working on,
and that's about all I got done.
I failed at having early dinners, except for two of the days.
I hardly even cooked at all this week.
I am pretty sure caveman was disappointed, even though he doesn't say so.
I spent November and December gathering up new hopes, anticipation, making Holiday plans,
being surrounded by my family and friends.
Moving from the lights and glitter of Christmas into the January bitterness of Winter,
the cold, and barren landscape.
Left over corn in the garden that never got the attention it needed after the gardening season.
this hose normally keeps a slow drip,
but this morning was frozen solid.
I have a Susan Branch calendar hanging in my kitchen.
I've had her calendars hanging in my kitchen for as long as I can remember.
They just make me feel good.
'Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth,
for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire:
it is the time for home'
The Girasole Lady