The grey of November has moved in.
It's time to pull out soup recipes, and put away the garden trowel. Flannel sheets on the bed, and find that frost and ice scrapper. I've rearranged the tea basket, and Willa's new mittens are ready.
It's time to daydream about the days living in South Carolina and Georgia. Even DC...
There's something about the drive to hibernate that is tempting.
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Come Hibernate with me tonight, I will warm you with the caress of summer, the hot feel of the sun on your skin. the blue of the sky in my eyes will take you away from the grey of the mid afternoon as the sun sets beneath the cloudy blanket of chill.
Hey, anonymous, I'm a married woman!
Although, wow, you're one heck of a woo-er!
Hee hee, hi sweetie.
(I admit to thinkng "Dayumn, I hope anon above is your husband!" Impressive.)
One of the best things about heading into third trimester with the weather like this is that just as I am slowing down and turning inward, so is the world around me. The impulses due to the weather--snuggling under blankets and drinking hot tea -- are the same ones kicked off by these last few months of gestating. Three years ago now I was officially "full-term" with Maggie and really felt that way--now I have three whole months to enjoy hibernation before the storm of Baby #2 hits.
Um...I was going to comment on the post...but it seems like I've stumbled across a more, uh, private conversation by accident.
*ducking my head and backing out of the post slowly*
What's a tea basket?
Ooooh.. Jim got me all jealous.. ~B
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