The oranges are are their way as well … not quite ready for consumption, but looking promising. Here is one of our two trees …
This is a difficult time of year for me. It brings back such memories of my childhood — the decorations mom put up (I wish I’d saved the huge creche she had when we were kids … rats!), my father talking about the Winter Festival and of Christmas and the difference between them. When we were younger there was a period of time when mom would get a can of that fake snow stuff and spray it on the tree and dad would tease her and say the tree disappeared. (I think he’d have gladly had a bare tree in the house, as he loved that look so much.) One Christmas morning we ran out to the family room and our gifts were displayed on the couch (I think that’s where mine and Carolyn’s went) or on the ground (for the boys). Ah, the colors, the delight of our new treasures! More often wrapped (I think), there was the guessing and the amazement (for me on one occasion) that what I thought was going to be boring not-what-I-asked-for electric curlers (remember those?) was really the clock radio I wanted so much!
I miss the pfeffernüsse my Aunt Fern would send over to us: not those cookies with powdered sugar on top, but those small hard nuggets of goodness she made. I still can’t quite believe she’s gone too: I was away at the time of her death and the last time I saw her was shortly after mom died. Not being able to go to her service means I feel as if I never really said auf weidersehen to her.
Life is short. God is good. These two things I know. But right now I’m sad.
I miss my parents so much, and this time of year makes it the hardest, I think.
This isn’t a Christmas carol, and it really isn’t about this season, but the music just hits my heart and is how I’m feeling right now. Sometimes I just want to feel the emotions and let myself cry a wee bit.
On my way home from my walk yesterday I landed at the Garden Theater in Willow Glen, and this violinist played both inside and (brrrr!) outside the theater building. What a joy to hear live music. And yes, I gave him some money. (Dan taught me that if you are going to shoot photos you really should also donate!)
This tree was full of persimmons a few weeks prior to this shot. Last year, in fact, a branch broke due to the weight of them. When I walked by about three weeks ago the persimmons were all picked but it still had leaves. I was surprised, because so many of the persimmon trees are bare except for the fruit right now (like the one from yesterday). I don’t know much about these trees, so I haven’t a clue if there are different types or what is up with them. But in any case, aren’t these leaves spectacular?