I’ve been working on my Christmas cards (just addressing them so far) since I have extra time right now, and tonight I was trying to think about what I did this year that I could write about in notes on the cards. At first I didn’t think much really happened this year, but then I made a rough list and now I think there’s too much to possibly write about.
Heh. It’s interesting what I listed. Almost all the things are solitary pleasures and about exploring and observing and experiencing small but intense details, but there are a few significant human connections here and there. I think lying in the hammock with Dean must be my most treasured activity, because I wrote it in all caps and underlined it twice!
November is over and now it’s December! As Novembers go, this one was pretty good. But December is a far superior month in every way. Check out this auspicious beginning. Foggy, silvery, delicate and beautiful.
Here’s Part One of my complete Thanksgiving Report (very slightly expurgated from Twitter) (my account is private).
1) Woken up by phone ringing. Thought, “What the heck?! Phone???” and hid under blankets. (No one EVER calls on the phone!)
2) An indeterminate amount of time later, woken up again by my iPhone ringing right next to my ear. Even more bizarre!
3) Looked confusedly at the screen and discovered it was my parents calling. After a moment’s hesitation, answered.
4) Nice phone call, but was much amused by M’s shock that I’d be sleeping in at 11:30 “ON THANKSGIVING!” Me: “What else would I be doing?”
5) Decided it was no use trying to go back to sleep, and, plus, it was nice and sunny out unlike yesterday’s endless darkness, so got up.
7) Put out Thanksgiving treats for birds/squirrels/chipmunks, including a special bowl of farm stand nuts for the rodents. It’s cold out!
8) Returned inside & watched through kitchen windows with great pleasure as LOTS of birds descended on food & twittered around happily.
9) Made a cup of Rancho Aloha coffee in my Aeropress & drank while munching a bagel slim w/maple almond butter & reading The New Yorker.
10) Decided to tweet Thanksgiving. Spied on cute squirrel with binoculars, & thought about heroic pigeon Cher Ami while watching doves. ♥
11) Spent an absurd amount of time getting ready to go out, frustrated by face peeling off in flakes. I want to go somewhere, but where?
12) Decided the best Thanksgiving activity is probably a walk in the woods, so got all bundled. It’s blue & bare & bright out.
13) The minute I stepped out the door, I could hear our melodious wind chimes ringing far off in the distance through the woods. Wow!
14) The minute I stepped out the door, I thought: IT’S TOO COLD!!! Pressed on anyway.
15) Sounds: faint chimes, birds fluttering & chirping, woodpeckers pecking, dry oak leaves rustling. LOTS of different birds, all around.
16) New sounds: WIND blowing, tree branches squeaking, me shivering, more birds. No machine-made sounds discernible. My fingertips are numb.
17) Walking on trail now. Sounds: leaves crunching, corduroys vipping, teeth chattering, chimes. It’s still again but must be windy at top!
18) Now my nose feels numb. Reached top! What???! Hammock is tipped on its side! How did that happen?? Wind??? Chimes chiming like crazy.
19) Right after that previous tweet, my iPhone shut down & showed battery as drained, but when I plugged it in just now, it’s at 67%. WIMP!
20) What do you think this is, iPhone, the north pole? Walked back on trail, throat dry, eyes watering & tears running down face. Sunny tho!
(continued in Part Two…)
Views from lying in the hammock on Saturday with Dean. ♥ It was calm and sunny and warm—in the 60s. The trees are so bare now! Only the red oaks are clad. But it’s pretty, and you can see so much in all the new spaces between.
Feeling sad today, but I went for a walk in the woods.
Whaaaat? I just started reading Frankenstein on the hammock, and the guy in the preface is obsessed with S.T. Coleridge! Cackling gleefully.
Yesterday autumn was saying: “I’ve waited long enough. Now it’s time to show my teeth!” Autumn’s teeth are made of wind.
I stayed inside.
Today, it showed me some mercy. Chilly yard walk, but calm and clear and glorious.
Tulip, the tulip poplar sapling, only has four leaves left.
The witch hazels are blooming like crazy! And some of their exploding seed pods are exploded. But they won’t do it front of me.
Our herb bed is full of leaves, but the herbs are still all very happy. No frost so far.
Everything in our feast tonight was amazing: crispy grilled purple cauliflower with olive oil and lots and lots of fresh herbs (English thyme, lemon thyme, striped sage, fennel leaf), crisp sweet corn ears from Draghi with butter and smoked black sea salt, and grilled sweet red Italian peppers (stuffed with olive oil, breadcrumbs, grated Romano cheese, and tofu chunks). The corn seemed like the best ever. Everything did, really; we both agreed it was perfection. I wonder if it will be our last grill session of the year? If so, it was a very worthy one.
I found this on my camera when I imported my other pictures. It’s from Saturday, and I love it.
Beautifully creepy damp maple leaf. The jagged edges and lace-like disintegration are lovely. Details.
There were lots of small branches and interesting clumps of leaves down on our trail today, after yesterday’s windstorm. I love the amount of variety in the fallen leaves you can pick out if you look carefully, and the gorgeous color gradients.
The witch hazels are just beginning to flower. Only the ones at the edges of the yard are flowering, not the ones further into the woods. It was the same exactly one year ago.
When will the seed pods burst open? I want to see them exploding!
My leaf collection from the top of our trail Saturday. (Plus a chestnut oak acorn!)
Hanging on by a spider’s thread.
I stopped, arrested in my tracks, when I saw this leaf. The position, colors, textures and contrasts just seemed perfect.
Dean saw the glawackus on our trail! Or maybe a fisher.