The day dawned cold and wet, 42 degrees with a steady drizzle – Scott and Lily and I cancelled our morning walk. Scott is nursing a cold and Tiger Lily would have been a drenched and shivering little mop of a beast after 45 minutes in the cold and rain.
By noon, the chilly squalls had moved on, and sun and blue sky poked through the gloom briefly, long enough to light up the liquidambars on Oak Avenue, which are dressed in their holiday best just in time for the holidays. It’s as if the liquidambars are taking a cue from our newly LED-bedecked Redwoods.
The chill remains, and, while balmy compared to weather reported by friends in the East, reminds me a little of winters spent in Pennsylvania and Ohio. Indeed, I gladly ducked into our local Peet’s for a pound of their Holiday Blend and a warming nonfat latte that I drank slowly while reading from my Kindle. A local bookseller, seated nearby, shook his head as he grinned and marveled at the e-reader from under his knit cap.
In any case I found myself slipping into a holiday mood as I shopped this morning, returning to a local market to purchase a small wreath I had spotted on my way out, which greenery now adorns the grill of our Ford Escape Hybrid. Green car, red trees and crisp air… a good launch into the holidays…