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It has been a glorious fall and my unwillingness to leave it is mated to the winter solstice, still weeks away. 

Mirroring the emotions in many of us this holiday time of year, our weather has been all over the place; warm and sunny days give way to sudden drops of thirty degrees and calm precedes fierce winds.  I am happy.  I am sad.  I want to slow down.  I feel rushed.  

I'm still enjoying the crunch of fallen leaves while my neighbors rake piles or blow them away to make room for Christmas lights.  The inflated yard Santa two houses down, put up before Thanksgiving Day, has collapsed twice already and will many more times before he's taken down the 26th of December.  No savoring Thanksgiving, on to Christmas!  Soon it will be no lingering Christmas joy, on to New Year's!

Talk about deflated. . .
 

Beautiful pumpkins fill our rooms, filling me with awe of Mother Nature's mysterious gifts, unwrapped I'll add.  I want to enjoy this autumn mood for a while longer.

The first day of Christmas is December 25th so we've got time. . . 
We've got time for all of it.  As it comes.