(I'm grateful every day . . . but in November, I blog about it, too.)
Most years, here in my corner of the world, we have lovely, lingering falls that last well into December. We get our leaves raked up and into the streets by Thanksgiving, and the city comes around a few times in November to pick them up. We use the nicest November days to put up our Christmas lights and prepare the outsides of our houses for the upcoming holiday season. We have plenty of time to finish all the garden chores and plant spring bulbs and gather in the last of the still-thriving parsley. There is plenty of time to locate your ice scraper and get it into your car.
But this year? Not so much.
And I made a pact with myself . . . that if winter really IS here already . . . that I'm going to roll with it and Not Complain About It. Even though the snowplows did a real number with all those leaf piles in the streets, waiting for pick up. And, in fact, half of the trees still HAVE their leaves, which are now falling and mingling with the snow. And . . . you probably guessed it. My bulbs didn't make it into the ground before the cold snap. (That is not really complaining, by the way. Those are just facts.)
Instead, I'm finding gratitude.
- After a day of snow, I'm grateful for the return of sunlight - even just for a minute - and especially when I stumble onto magic sunlight patterns in my bathroom.
- I'm especially grateful that I have a car designed to handle well in the snow and ice of a Michigan winter.
- And I'm so grateful to have a warm house to return to after being out in the snow -- with enough heat and light and down comforters and love to get me through the longest winter.
What are you grateful for today?