Even with pandemic canceling our usual big family Christmas dinner, it's a festive afternoon here. Three pies just out of the oven, making the house smell of spice. Two jars of cranberry-orange relish, ready to be delivered tomorrow for the socially-distanced-crowdsourced dinner. (And what a nice coincidence that just when you need two travel containers, here are two empty glass jars ready to be washed out and reused.)
There was a sad moment this morning when we realized that the annual pumpkin has reached the end of the road.
Not sure if it split open from freezing or because a critter nibbled on it, but it is definitely ready to depart. I lobbied for it to stay out on the deck through tomorrow, since it will likely stay below freezing the whole time, but I was overruled. Ken has not-so-fond memories of having to deal with pumpkins beyond their sell-by date that disintegrated into piles of mush, and was determined not to do it again this year.
So good-bye pumpkin, you've been a good friend since September, visible from my seat at the table, glowing in the sunshine in early morning and again when the sun wheels around in late afternoon, giving me joy every time I see it. Rest in peace.
I've been getting photos of the 2020 ornaments on display in various homes. Pinned to a quilt, hanging on a doorknob, embraced by a ceramic pig, even one hung on a tree!
When I retired twenty years ago I brought home a bunch of old office supplies that I had carefully rescued from wastebins and the back shelves of storerooms. Obsolete stationery, pens left over from long-ago promotional mailings, that sort of thing -- and a big shoebox of old slides. I knew they would come in handy some day, and this year I used the slide mounts to frame my calligraphed names. This proves that you should never throw anything out, because there will come a time....
Here's wishing you all a very merry Christmas, or whatever holiday you are celebrating this week. See you all in the new year -- which WILL BE BETTER!