The snow that remained this morning.
I stood out on the porch and thought of another Christmas season with snow.
Of what it means to celebrate a holiday.
What is needed and what is wanted.
Conversation happens at open houses; I need to have this one...
Holidays are quiet for my family.
Sometimes more of us gather, but mostly less of us. Perhaps because there aren't young children with expectations of a day, it's more about the gathering than the holiday itself.
One year, when it was just myself and my parents, there was so much snow the week of Christmas that my parents and I decided it wasn't a good idea to drive and that we would postpone gathering for Christmas. I spent Christmas alone.
I remember the snow was beautiful, the day was quiet.
I was content.
This year there is Covid.
Celebrations are different for most of us.
There will be traditions, perhaps people, that are missing.
And...
still there are things to celebrate,
there are things of beauty.
We may create new traditions even.
My latest GOOD enough COVID 19 quilt square.
I didn't mean to pick out so much red and green, but it happened.