resentment, of family and friends old and new gathered around the table, of enjoying a free afternoon at the zoo, of the duct tape to keep on Brianna's shoe and of driving through the hushed streets - the anticipation of shopping-to-be thick in the air.
Then autumn turned its leaf to welcome snow on Friday. Just a dusting. Just enough to prepare us for the great Thanksgiving to-be: the Word made flesh, dwelling among us. (But I'll keep up the Thanksgiving decorations just a wee bit longer...since I delayed putting them up until this past Wednesday.)
And today I planted hope here:
Tulips, hyacinths and snowdrops, buried in their brown earth tomb, awaiting their day of resurrection. Just about the time we celebrate His.