Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Late Bloomer

I'm a late bloomer in many ways. Always have been. I was gangly and nerdy when I was younger. I was ganglier and nerdier. I was not in the know. I didn't own a pair of pinstriped jeans in elementary school. My Cabbage Patch kids were frauds.

Is this helping you understand my reticence with Autumn?

Not really?

I'm not one to jump ship quickly. I'm not prone to fits of irrationality. Yeah, yeah, Autumn isn't exactly irrational. I get it. What I'm trying to say is, things happen for me in their own due time.

Like Fall.

It came too early. It arrived unannounced and didn't even bring its own toothbrush.

Now, it's November.

It's still Fall, ya'll.

For some of us, it is only now Fall. It's finally right.

And even better? That nasty H-word is over and done with. Blech.

Don't hate.

(It's been 34 years and I still haven't hopped aboard that train...Late Bloomer aside, I don't see it happening in this lifetime.)

Where am I going with all of this?

It's not Christmastime.



Hello? Anyone out there??

I'm just saying, it's not. It's Fall! It's the season you've all been clamoring over since September 1st (a.k.a. Summer)!

So now, here I am, with my festive fall foliage and my beef stew and my chunky cable-knit. I'm standing in crunchy leaves, without a coat, sunshine overhead.

And I'm all alone.

I ran wind-sprints to catch up and now no one is here for me at the finish line. You're all scavenging Hobby Lobby for miniature snow-covered cottages and bottle brush trees.

Next thing I know, it'll be Christmas Eve and ya'll'll be busting out the Cadburry eggs.

No, my name is not Mrs. Scrooge. Who told you to ask me that?


In a gesture of good will, I will now share a fantastic batch of goodies that was hand-delivered to my doorstep earlier today by Mr. Rhubarb Reign.

$10.

Peek a boo.

Any Veras out there? Virgils? Virginias?

I'm cooking up some Christmas cheer with the whole lot of it. But I'm only in the initial stages of the planning process. I'm not getting all Christmasy, just yet. Promise. Stick a needle in my eye.