Judging by the weather, you’d think we’d gone from Halloween to Christmas in the course of a week.
Me? I’m getting used to shoveling the front steps as our jack-o-lanterns get buried, but am really hoping to see grass at least once more before April.
Please visit rosanevarez at deviantART for more images like the one seen at left. I think he’s just adorable, and reflects exactly how things are over here at the moment.
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Thanksgiving,
this year,
is so oddly caught between the vampires and the snow.
Each pushing against the other,
while faux-turkey gets baked…
somewhere in the middle.
And while I love the seasonal cooking,
the wine
and my new ability to bake a pie,
my heart is still in New Orleans.
New Orleans…
Where the immortals drink in 64 degrees
and dine on brass band all weekend.
