The kind of morning that makes your bones ache as you step out the door, - damp and overcast and very Novemberish.... There is snow in the mountain passes, and as I look out my imagination leaps forward to Christmas and snow hanging heavy on the branches, glistening through the Christmas lights. That first fall of snow, - that fills your heart with memories of prairie winters and skating and toboganning and the lovely dryness of the cold.
Later on, as the cars pass by and the snowplows come and make mounds of snow dotted with bits of dirt they have scooped up, somehow winter loses its' charm. Those are my thoughts as I finish my second cup of coffee, and contemplate Christmas giving.
Wrapping gifts, packaging up parcels, the annual Christmas letter, lights and garlands - what am I prepared to give up when my energy refuses to match my boundless enthusiasm???? Shall I keep the memories of Christmas Past precious in my mind and be content with just one tradition, a simple Great Grandma Christmas Eve come-as-you-can Stew? And maybe a box of shortbread for everyone....and books for the Great Grands....
I think about all the knitted hats and mittens I would like to make for the little ones, - all the Christmas weaving I might do if I had started twelve months ago, - and then I think about the email from Owl and Chickadee advertising their children's books, on sale for Christmas giving. I have always been the kind of Grandma who tucked books into Christmas parcels, - do little kids still like books? Are big kids still enthralled with knowledge and adventure between the covers? I am going to look into what they have to offer and fill the morning hours with cheer!
Looking online, - same as lying on the floor, leafing through the Eaton's Catalogue in days gone by!
Off to google Owl and Chickadee and see what they have to offer!!