new year's eve
you came in with a bang. well, I guess literally for us, you came in with a sparkle. But you've been absolutely charming and whisked me off my non-snow-booted feet.....what with your 50° sunshiney weather and all.
how much are you LOVING all this non-sock weather!??! It's great!
(ps. dear socks,
I am not a fan of you.
did I offend you? I sometimes forget to bite my tongue when you stay too long.....but you haven't even come to visit yet?!! (less than 1 inch doesn't count) I'm sorry if I said something wrong. Please feel free to come visit for a little while, so we can go sledding together, and get cozy afterwards. And then you can be on your merry way until next Christmas (we missed you this year).
dear green grass,
as nice as this weather is, I really miss you.
you are the WORST. you take my family away from me and leave me with time by myself.
dear time by myself,
when will you learn to be productive? you have a few mornings to yourself, you should probably get stuff done instead of fleeing to the trails.
you are the BEST. Because of the lack of snow (see above letter) I have never experienced you in January. Charly and I are thoroughly enjoying our climbs to your mountain tops each week.
time wasted? I think not.
remember when we were running out-of-control-fast down that mountain (arms flailing) and I toooooootally fell. I think if dogs could laugh, you would have laughed. hard.
you are this month!! be kind to me and leave me with more wisdom than wrinkles this year.
it's our last year in the twenties......let's make it a good one.
you really inspired me. I want a bug display in my house....is that weird?
don't answer that. I think it's pretty. in a dead-bug-pinned-to-a-board kind of way.
I have been thinking about you a lot these days. About how I want to do things differently.......we didn't really click this last year, did we? I have been looking through seed catalogues and dreaming about the day we will meet again....months from now. Not soon enough.
where do you come from and how can I get one of you to come to my house?
dear mom and dad,
(that is me shouting because you are so far away)
we had fun, even though you cheat at games.
you are my least favorite month. let's skip right on to march.
I really really love you. with all of my heart and soul and fiber of my being etc. We recently tried giada's soup (we are on a first name basis) with a few adjustments (less beef, more veggies) and it was a huge hit.
dear mr. martin luther king jr,
thanks for being awesome so we can have a holiday this month.
remember how we stayed up super late every night during vacation watching documentaries and then enjoyed sleeping in every morning. that was fun. let's do it again. soon.
dear full moon + bare trees combo. you are very january-y.
keep up the good work.
sincerely yours/all my love/your bff/xoxo,