Winter days, even sunny Winter days, have a starkness about them. The trees are empty of leaves. The garden has stubs of flowers. The lawn is littered with pine needles once green now brown. Only the winter birds are here; the rest have gone to warmer climes. Chickadees, goldfinches, titmice, nut hatches and winter robins stay and are frequent visitors to the feeders. I keep the feeders filled.
My Christmas lights seem to have minds of their own despite the timers. One set out front and one set on the deck didn’t light at first so I had to turn them on and off. Now they light on time but turn off too early. I’m okay with that.
Remember that mouse on the stairs a few weeks ago? (That almost sounds like a Christmas tale but it’s not.) I noticed a few mouse droppings in the kitchen which totally grossed me out. The mouse had found its niche. I emptied and cleaned a kitchen drawer then put peanut butter in the trap and put it on the kitchen floor. I’m happy to say the mouse is gone, not to its heavenly reward, but to a field down the street. The creature was in my have a heart trap last night so I took it and released it into the wild with all my well wishes.
During our ride, I noticed how many houses are lit up for Christmas. Some are all white while others are all different colors. Down the street some lights wind around a tree trunk in bands of colors. I paused at that House. On my street three houses are lit. Another house with a lit fence faces the street. I’m thinking this will be a banner year for lights.
My house needs to be decorated. My list of cookies and ingredients has to be made. My cards have to be addressed and sent. My gifts need to be checked on the list. I need to buy my tree. I’ve been waiting on that last one as I’ve ordered new tree lights. Last year’s strands went outside. Usually I am daunted by such a long list but not by this one. I find every bit of Christmas joyful, and I’m looking forward to those cookies.