Fall is far too quickly disappearing, and the dark of winter looms behind. My beautiful sunlight is going away, there is nothing left to tend in the garden, and the holidays are fast approaching. I leave for the workday in a bit of morning light, and I drive home in the tail end of sunset. Short days and long nights make for what feels like a long winter.
Everything here feels so lethargic. Everything feels like it takes longer – I snuggle up in bed longer because it’s too cold to get up for work, the car takes longer to get warmed up for the drive to work, I move slower and more relaxed around the house with little desire to hurry and get anything done. Even my energy to knit has seemed to slow.
I have little LED stars draped over my kitchen windows, to cope with the seasonal changes, permanently lit to add a bit of glow to the otherwise dark home. The poor pup, normally accustomed to going to bed when it gets dark, crawls onto her bed quite early now and then looks at us as though she’s confused as to why we’re not going to bed as well. So sweet, my little pup, and getting old. She always looks so worried, and she’s never very far from my side. If she’s not on her bed near the couch then she’s on the floor under my feet, or behind my chair in the office, or next to the furnace vent by the sewing machine. The little smarty-pants has even figured out how to bump the door to the second floor so she can follow me upstairs. It’s hard to be mad at such a clever, loving companion. ♥