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The In-Between Days

And here we tread again, on this most hallowed of ground. These last few days to soak up what has been, what could have been and what is yet to come. 

After the hustle and bustle and merrymaking, these quiet days of reflecting and simply being are some of my most cherished. 

We move slowly and quietly, drinking it all in. Watching movies, playing games, working on the crossword puzzle together. Christmas records spin while we sit by the glow of the Christmas tree. We go for long strolls and cobble together sandwiches from the leftover turkey. 

We haven’t taken for granted that our refrigerator is full of food, that we are able to put our heating on and that we wake up safe and warm with a roof over our heads, when there are many who are not in this position.

All too soon, the days will move far too quickly for me and this treasured time of being together will vanish with a snap of fingers, like Cinderella’s coach turning back into a pumpkin. The spell will be broken and we will go back to our “normal” routines. But for now, I’m holding on tightly to the pleasure of being in the moment and I’m not wishing one second away. 

These “in-between” days still hold so much and so little. There is much magic in their offering and rhythm and so we are mindful of our steps as we move toward the bridge that will take us from one year into the next. 

{Christmas Tree | 1960 | Troy Bradberry’s Kodachrome & Vintage Color Collection | Pinned HERE}

Happy Thanksgiving

🦃 Gobble! Gobble! 🦃

The Happiest of Thanksgiving wishes to you!

I hope this year finds you surrounded by family and friends, love, warmth, good food and laughter. x

{Vintage Thanksgiving Post Card | Pinned HERE}

HELLO, August

Hello, August! We’re ready to keep enjoying the lazy hazy days of summer. We’re ready to keep eating our weight in fruit and vegetables from the local farmer’s market. Gobbling up blueberries still warm from being picked on the way home. 

We’re ready to keep enjoying time with family and friends that we have not had the pleasure of being with in many, many moons. 

We’re ready to work on puzzles on the sunporch while the breeze drifts by. We’re ready for early morning swims and evening runs to get ice cream after dinner. 

We’re ready to stay up late eating popcorn while we watch old movies. We’re ready to soak up all that you have to offer and we’re grateful for this time off from school and the chance to appreciate being within the moment and making every second count. We’re going to drink up each day until the last drop. 

{Austrian actress Mara Lane lounging by the pool in a red and white striped bathing costume at the Sands Hotel, Las Vegas, 1954. | Photo by Slim Aarons | Hulton Archive | Getty Images}

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

🍀 Happy St. Patrick’s Day! 🍀

May your day be fair and full of green. And may all the golden luck, rainbows and good wishes be with you today! 🌈

{Joan Parker, “St. Patrick’s Day Layout”, 1966. | Photo by ABC Photo Archives/Disney General Entertainment Content via Getty Images}

Happy New Year’s Eve

As with every New Year we stand on the edge, balanced, reflecting on what has been and what could have been. While, also dreaming about what is to come.

Let the countdown begin…

{Joan Collins | Image Found | Pinned HERE}

The In-Between Days

I love these in-between days. The space between the holidays. It isn’t wasted time to me as so many people feel, I think they are vital days. It is the time to relish in what has been, to reflect, to be and to prepare for the New Year to come in as much as you can prepare for the unknown. 

There are no expectations on these days. We’re not scurrying around wrapping, baking, delivering gifts, doing pre-Christmas cooking and baking prep. We’re just being. 

Watching movies, listening to Christmas music, basking in the glow of the twinkle lights. Going on long walks, reading, writing, working on puzzles, playing board games, visiting with loved ones and being still. These days have a rhythm all of their own. They are sacred days. We walk on almost hollowed ground. Where we watch time slip away from one year as we get ready to move into the next.

{Image FOUND Via Steven Singer | Inscribed on the back by my grandmother: “Bev & Chuck Merritt Dec 22, 1962” (Although she meant 1961) | Pinned HERE}