Eight inches of snow isn’t much where I grew up, but here it grinds things to a halt, and after the flurry of phone calls and texts in the wee hours of the morning, deciding whether to open my agency (Will clients show? Do we want staff on the roads? How much money will we lose and is it worth the risk?) things quiet down and the snow accumulates. Sounds are muffled. The animals snooze. I watch the snow fall, hypnotic and beautiful. I snooze. Candles flicker. Peace.
Today is our 12th wedding anniversary. In fact, I’m writing this at 5:00 PM, the exact time twelve years ago when we were walking down the aisle as the winter sun set through the windows of a candle-filled church.
Today I found the packet of memorabilia from our wedding planning. Our cake was delicious–lemon, raspberry and chocolate silk fillings in various layers. Our napkins were wrapped in monogrammed paper rings, and guests were given tiny boxes of creamy Wilbur chocolate buds.
I don’t have a recording of the quartet who sang the meditative winter hymn that we chose, Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence , but I’ll leave you with this peaceful rendition from John Michael Talbot. Happy anniversary to the love of my life, my husband. Here’s to growing old together!
(A post from 1/11/14 that failed to upload, so here it is, a day late)
Today didn’t feel like the best of days to take down the tree, what with a flood watch and driving rain and wind and all. The cheerful lights help to dispel the gloom, but it is the second weekend in January. Besides, my ornament storage box arrived this week, so I had no excuse to put off dismantling the tree.
Made from cardboard and easily assembled, this eight-drawer box holds 165 ornaments. We have a lot of ornaments, but there’s still room to grow. It’s ridiculous how happy something this simple makes me, but it’s so nice to be able to store everything in one place! I started acquiring ornaments in the mid-80s, and my collection includes a lace crocheted angel and spun glass balls from my years in Richmond, and many fun, funky and beautiful ornaments from my sister to our family, including moon faces and sparkly ribbon candy. We have a felted ball picked up at an art gallery one Christmas while in Chattanooga. Most recently we bought a black glass bat in Greenwich Village.
When I first moved to Lancaster, “dusty rose” carpet was in vogue, so rather than fight it I decorated my first ever tree in pink and green balls, and sparkly pink glass bells. Shortly after that I moved again, and having acquired furniture in pale greens and blues, my trees for a few years were blue, green & purple, always with white lights. After marrying, I added strings of the colorful lights that my husband likes, and our tree has gradually become a sparkling, brilliant tree chock-full of every ornament we own.
So far, 2014 has much to recommend it. My husband the chef made me omelettes, the mimosas are fresh and delicious, I have an excellent book in hand (The Golem and the Jinni,) and there is a promise of snow on the horizon. Outstanding!