Sunday was rainy off and on but still mild. A good day to eat the last of the pumpkin chiffon pie, to put the turkey soup in the freezer, and to spend some time writing.
We don't rush into Christmas -- it'll be a couple of weeks before we put up a tree. I enjoy savoring the last bit of fall -- the burning bushes all aglow, the newly planted pansies blooming, the calm before the storm of all that Yuletide carrying on.
There's all the time in the world, I tell myself, to deal with the Christmas lists . . .gifts, cards, festivities. No need to rush . . .
It may be the turkey tryptophan languor talking. . .
