Winter is icumen in. In this photo you can see the bare branches across the way, and the peculiar brightness of a cold morning. This morning was, I think, our coldest yet --- 25F when I got up and went out to walk the dog, though it's 43F now, at just before lunchtime.
We've been up and out to take the kids to the airport --- they should be taking off just about now. The week was all too short, but they'll be back soon. This is the last time, I realize, that I'll have this reassurance, and I think I will really miss the rhythms of the college year as they bring my children home to me. Next year: who knows?
When we came home, I did a spot of cleaning and decorating, stripping sheets off progeny beds, collecting bath towels, banging all that into the washing machine, and dusting a little. I have put out some preliminary things for Advent:
These aren't decorations so much as objects of devotion (well, okay, the gold tree on the mantel clearly is a decoration . . . and I just like the pottery), which I hope will remind me to pray in anticipation through the four weeks that unfold from sundown tonight until the beautiful Mass at Midnight on Christmas Eve.
Eventually, close to Christmas Eve, as people start to arrive, I will put magnolia leaves and holly in the pottery jugs, and more candles on the mantel. For now I'll leave them empty, like the wintering trees.
But that's all weeks in the future. Today I got dressed quickly and put my Day 4 hair in a ponytail, to be washed later. I will do that this afternoon, but for now I'm reasonably presentable, as well as warm.
Wearing today: