Guests have departed, Christmas wrap has been cleared up , leftovers are in the refrigerator. It is starting to snow. They say Christmas is the best time of year, but for me the week after Christmas is better.
It's getting dark, so I turn on the Christmas tree lights and enjoy the emptiness under the tree with all the presents gone . . . a little less clutter. I turn off Pandora and and enjoy the quiet . . . a little less noise. No one but me is home right now and I'm not at all lonely . . . a little less togetherness.
Looking forward to the low scudding clouds and icy winds of January. Looking forward to watching black-capped chickadees search for sunflower seeds in the bird feeder. Looking forward to walking the ice-covered shore of Lake Huron and looking up at twisted cedars hugging the steep cliff above. Looking forward to flipping through seed catalogs and gaping at the bright colors of summer flowers. Looking forward to fingering through feathers and fur for the trout flies I will be tying in coming weeks. Looking forward to the slow burn of a single malt after an afternoon of splitting firewood. Looking forward to a meandering walk with my dog, Henley, in foggy woods during the short-lived January thaw.
Lots of leftovers in the refrigerator, but I think I'll leave them there. I'll have a bowl of soup.