The roar of traffic is constant outside the shelter of this kitchen. If I concentrate the sounds are almost discernible: the rubble versus the pitch distinguishes the big white trucks from the sedans. But, I blurr the sounds and consider the assembly of words to go with the pictures here.
Earlier today we joined that traffic for a trip into town. There were small and precious envelopes filled with lovely hand-picked cards and trinkets, talismans and whimsy. A few giveaways made it into the postal flow; the first wave of gifts to be sent on their way.
One of the big firs who lives on the prairie, the one that nestles the cement drinking fountains the Birds love, has been trimmed for the season. With fleece hats made by our friend Dikka; holidays booties sent from our family in Waimanalo; and colorful socks gifted at a December giveaway party make for a colorful reminder of giving and receiving.
Beach time dressed for the cold but sunny (that day) December we leaned into one of our favorite Grandmothers.
"Someday you’ll have nostalgia for this year. Keep that uppermost in your thoughts."
- Satori
Such beauty to see. Thank you,
ReplyDeleteTruly beautiful, Prescott. Glad you enjoyed the collection, as I write and munch one of Le Petite apples before they lose their crunch.
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