Preparations or putting away? This could be from either perspective, and both have their charms---the anticipation like the glint of shining glass, or the contemplation of the moments just enjoyed, gleaming like just-polished silver in the memories.
This was from the getting-ready stage, with all the pretties set out, just to look at. It's like spreading jewelry across the table, with all the little bits and pieces from various places all strewn beneath the light, just because they BRIGHT me.
Our Traveler left early this morning, after a sweet family breakfast of cereal and bananas and toasty bagel-halves-with-honey beneath the little bright pool of light on the breakfast table. We had prayer and sang a bit, the four of us, and then hugged our goodbyes, until next time. He's flying his way back to California with our prayers, clean laundry, and a little bag of snacks---grapes, sticks of the rich golden Cheddar, crackers, and a Karo-pecan bar, made fresh by Caro last night. Whether he gets to enjoy those, or toss them into a bin at the screener's discretion is as sure as rain/sleet/snow for our coming week.
Today is soaky-rainy-chilly outdoors, with the drab leaves scattered to all corners of the yard, and just a shadow-shape of the Summer's beauty left---if you squint just so, you can see little images of green, or the swoop of grapevine, or even the brave white blooms on the hardiest petunias we've ever had---two pots of them are still going, despite the thirties of the past few weeks. I look out amidst the browns and tans, and there fly those little round flags, cheery and blooming their little hearts out.
Pools of light, streams of music, the righting of a counter, dusting of a shelf---linens to strip from the guest bed, the simmer of something warm and cozy for our supper, the cheerful chuckle of the percolator burbling up the second pot---all those will align my day, along with the bright little presence whose new red scooter may unhinge the entire process of things as it flies about underfoot.
We have our jackets and boots, we're all combed and brushed, and it will take only a moment to zip and snap us into warmth, as we go out to find an un-leafy sidewalk to try out this new toy.
I'll try to keep up, just as I'll be late as ever with details of Thanksgiving, trip, visitor, and even a little morality play stage-set and directed by Herself, for the entertainment and edification of everyone at dinner last night.
And so, moire non, with sparkle in your day, no matter what the weather,