Tuesday, December 27, 2011
lovely and imperfect






The wingbeat of December has been filled with leisurely days and small winter pleasures. Replacing the moth perforated geraniums in the front flowerpots with fresh scarlet pointsettias and repotting the window boxes with vibrant red and white cyclamen added a festive air. A trip to Arizona to spend some holiday time with my mom, friends and family sweetened the season as well. 

Bud has had time off and we've strung popcorn and cranberries for our pencil pine, made kitchen messes with homemade fudge and gingerbread house assembly, sipped steamy cups of wassail stirred with cinnamon sticks, and have read Pablo Neruda's Memoirs and The Catcher in the Rye aloud at twilight. I've been forcing Red Lion and Dancing Queen amaryllis and paperwhite bulbs in indoor canisters throughout the house. They surprise me each day with new bits of growth, color and bloom. Friends came over for Eve dinner (the traditional chili and tamales I've had for Eve dinner since I can remember, only now they are vegetarian and gluten free). 

There are no snowmen in Santa Monica, though we do still have the company of incandescent hummingbirds and the black phoebe that's been singing here since spring.

I hope your season has been filled with so much joy.





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