On the one hand, the geraniums on the porch, which have never needed changing out for Fall plants this year, are blossoming, so that's kind of festive.
On the other hand, I cannot get in the spirit of the required bake-and-cook-a-thon for tomorrow's Christmas Eve gathering when the wind is not blowing through the drafty old house making the kitchen the place to be. I had to change into shorts and none of these cakes and pies and casseroles and such seem appetizing.
Think anyone would mind if I skipped the roast beast and roasted veggies and served nachos and cold beer tomorrow instead?
(Which reminds me: I never made the final tomato post of the year. I'll have you know I harvested the last tomatoes of the year the day before Thanksgiving. That's weird, but quite gratifying, since I planted late this year and expected a piddly season).
Sigh.
