Happy December First. We were greeted with wild swirls of big-flaked snow that melted as soon as the roaring winds gave permission for each dancer to touch the muddy earth... Missouri cannot make up her mind and focus on a season for very long. My son and I both incorporated the storms outside and the wailing of my windows (usually indicating gusts of at least 35 miles per hour) into our sketchy dreams. I heard him cry out in the midst of a dream: How much do you want for this place? I asked him what he meant, but then there was total silence for about ten minutes. Then he loudly shouted: I AM ALL Right!!! My dreams were more of the usual kind for me... with what I love to call "visits" from my parents and grandparents. We were trying to all get in a car to go somewhere together in the midst of a huge downpour... Laughter. Lost things... Snatches of the rich life.
For this year's Advent devotions I am reading one chapter of Luke each day. My candles came from my mother's stash, and the tea was Holiday by Harney and Sons.
Whimsy and Hugs!