Thanksgiving

OK... so, I have made it back once again and once again I don't know what to write. I used to be very good at writing and ideas would flow freely from my brain. It was never hard to put words to paper for me, however, recently I have found that my thouhts and my brain are at complete odds with each other.

I always looked at Thanksgiving as a time to reflect on the past summer and to gorge myself on the bounty of my garden. The final day of rest prior to my long winter schedule. The completion of summer. The closing of the pool. The cleaning of the gardens.

Last year Wolf came home from Afghanistan for 2 weeks. It was a celebration of sorts. We did all our usual preparations prior to him returning, however, it was still joyous and we enjoyed doing it together.

This year was different. We found ourselves basking in the lovely temperatures that Southern Ontario was blessed with and not wanting to give into the thoughts of preparing for winter. I layed on the chaise lounge and read a book and Wolf went golfing. We allowed ourselves one more weekend of summer, one more weekend of comparing tans, knowing perfectly well that we would be doing all our winter preparations in the freezing cold.

Today is a rather dull nd dingy day that has made me realize that it is time to prepare for the blanket of winter. It is time to let the summer go, knowing that in a few short months we will be under a blanket of ice and snow. Knowing that it is the time for this part of the world to sleep. Knowing that Wolf will be returning to Afghanistan in a couple of months. Knowing that this could very well be the last weekend to do nothing together for many more months.

So on that bleak note, I guess I should get out of this office and into the yard for winter preparations.
Hopefully, my words will come easier next day that I return.