November's cold, gray days leave me feeling cranky. The winter infiltrates my bones, and I feel like an old (much older) woman. I want to curl up under my down comforter and sleep the gray days away. As nightfall comes creeping in before the afternoon is over, it is heartening, like a good pumpkin soup against the cold, to ponder, "What is there in my life to be thankful for?" Considering the question lets me move toward the holidays with a welcome sense of optimism and abundance, before the delirium of December rolls over us like a perfect storm. Truth to tell, my life is a cornucopia of the love of family and the attentions of my dear husband. From the sun room, I can look out at the bare trees dusted with snow and be glad I am warm and safe. This is a good place to start counting my blessings.November's cold, gray days leave me feeling cranky. The winter infiltrates my bones, and I feel like an old (much older) woman. I want to curl up under my down comforter and sleep the gray days away. As nightfall comes creeping in before the afternoon is over, it is heartening, like a good pumpkin soup against the cold, to ponder, "What is there in my life to be thankful for?" Considering the question lets me move toward the holidays with a welcome sense of optimism and abundance, before the delirium of December rolls over us like a perfect storm. Truth to tell, my life is a cornucopia of the love of family and the attentions of my dear husband. From the sun room, I can look out at the bare trees dusted with snow and be glad I am warm and safe. This is a good place to start counting my blessings.