That was a weekend full up! Of celebrating Harper and his seventh birthday (how can that be???) with a gaggle of cousins and family spreading in and out of the house, of our first snow (little though it may be), and the beginning of a 'holiday' week. And all without having to get in the car to drive anywhere all the weekend long. Bliss!
At the breakfast table this morning there was a whole lot of discussion, mostly from Annabel, about the season. That it isn't technically winter yet makes no sense to her whatsoever and she thinks that despite the cycle of the sun or the moon or the calendar, we should call it winter now. Because....Harper just had his birthday, there are no more leaves on the trees, it's almost Thanksgiving, there's snow on the ground, and we're busy making things for the holidays. It was hard to argue with her about all of that, for certainly there has been a shift and it happened just this weekend.
After that conversation - full of weekend love and attention, fresh air, and a hearty debate about the seasons - everyone scattered to their places this morning. Calvin, at school, and Papa, at work, for one more day before a stretch off for them both. Ezra is busy learning a new song on his ukulele. Adelaide is preparing for today's Soule Sweets shop (chocolate cake, I think). Harper is deep into his Snap Circuits (best 7 year old gift ever!). Annabel is decorating for the Royal Ball she's hosting in the library later tonight. Gram, I think, is wrapping Christmas presents (she's an early bird!). And with everyone occupied, I'm pulling out my clipboard (because a clipboard makes things very serious) and getting started on my Thanksgiving meal plans in front of the fire. There may be yarn involved too.
Oh, I agree Ani. Things have shifted and it feels so good and right to be settling in this time of year. Whatever we may call the season officially, I'm calling it home.