Not the best of timing, only a few days before family from both coasts comes for a long holiday visit, but I’m feeling a bit under the weather. This photograph of a bright yellow teapot, and the thought of a cup of hot, aromatic tea, makes me feel better. Not spirited enough to wrap the final stack of gifts or bake the last batches of cookie dough chilling in the fridge. But certainly good enough to sink into the easy chair in the living room and gaze at the brightest of tiny lights on the tree. That’s one of my favorite parts of the holiday season, enjoying the twinkling lights in a winter dark house.
Tomorrow is soon enough to finish the wrapping and baking. Now is a perfect time to sit and contemplate writing several lines in my gratitude journal.