In the coming weeks, you won’t find lights or a tree at our house. There will be no gift giving, no turkey gorging, no chestnut roasting. No one’s aspiring to Scrooge-dom here; we just prefer a quieter take on the season. I’m still hoping for snow on a certain December day, and I’m still a fan of wassailing in all its forms. And what’s got me most excited right now is not the prospect of pumpkin pie or Black Friday sales; it’s how this plant beams from my coffee table, reveling in its own way at the cold temperatures and deep-angled sunlight.
‘Tis the season.
Mmmmmmm. Beautiful indeed!