November is halfway over. When I realised this morning that it was already the 16th, I had this moment of blind panic – partially because both Kevin and I forgot it was our 14th wedding anniversary – but mostly because I realised that 2015 is almost over.
It feels like I just got used to writing 2015 in my diary when I am already making plans for New Year’s Day 2016’s first footing. We went to see the switching on of the local Christmas lights, but even standing on the high street, dancing to “All I Want for Christmas is You” in the rain with the kids, I still couldn’t get my head around the fact that Christmas is even approaching, still feeling stuck somewhere in mid-September.
But whether my head is with me or not, Winter, as they say, is coming. On Friday, snow graced the hilltops for the first time this year. My office time has to be limited to a few short hours in the morning before my fingers seize up and I have to go into the house to work (not helped by the chimney sweep condemning the stove in the studio and my oil filled radiator giving up the ghost). It’s already approaching twilight when I collect the kids from the bus at 4pm. The social calendar speeds up to a point where most evenings and weekends are accounted for with school plays, Christmas do’s, family visits and seasonal preparations.
And while my head may be slow to catch up with the time of year, for the first time in awhile, my body is obviously ready. I’ve been going to sleep before 9, spending as much time as possible knitting in front of the fire, craving soups and bread and as much tea as I can drink in a day. With a mountain of making to do between now and March, I feel like I am ready for the months of dark and wet and cold that lie ahead.
What about you? Are you ready for Winter?