Hello my dears! Is it cold and blustery where you live? It has been frigid in this part of Ohio since the late part of November, and this week we actually have snow on the ground! A few weeks ago, just as the cold weather began to arrive, Gabe and I took a trip to visit my family. Charlotte and I took the opportunity to take some photos at a new location she had discovered by the lake near their house. Of course on the day we decided to do this it was positively freezing and windy. But it lent a sense of adventure to the photo-shoot, even if I was nearly freezing my fingers off.
This time of year feels so vastly different from last year’s month of December. I am in my own home, caring for my own household affairs, and trying to knock my brain into figuring out some sort of cheery Christmas decorations. It has certainly been an adventure, these first few months of married life. It has been so lovely, and I haven’t felt homesick until last week. It was then that a wave hit me as I realized how near Christmas was, and that I didn’t even feel like decorating for it. I was suddenly longing for those delightful days of decorating with my sisters for Christmas: stringing up lights and ornaments on the Christmas tree, setting up Mom’s collection of Nativity scenes (my favorite part), listening to our favorite Christmas music all the while. I was homesick and sad.
But that is what married life feels like sometimes. You feel like you are on a newly discovered island with your beloved, separated from your old life by a great expanse of water.
Sometimes, the tide rolls out far enough that you can cross over a sandbar to old familiar ground, a place to recall memories and gather inspiration, before heading back out on the exciting journey of taking dominion of the territory God has given you. At other times, when you feel lonely, something from the homeland washes up on the shore, or a messenger bird comes flying in with a scroll tied to its foot. Slowly, a new civilization begins to take place on the island. Rocks are cleared out to make way for a garden; The once wild landscape shows signs of cultivation; and the joys and comforts of the old home can be glimpsed here and there as the months go on. The process is a lengthy but joyful one, with touches of drama here and there, but soon the house is a home, the land is your own, and there are blessings beyond want or care.
So, this late Autumn I find myself in the position of adventurer. Of course my clothes must suit my task, while still reminding me of home. Thus, my lace-up boots have been getting quite a lot of wear, and are no longer being saved for “special” occasions. My wardrobe has become stocked with nicer things to wear everyday, so I have had to adjust my fear of getting my nice clothes dirty to a lower level of trepidation. Because one can’t let the fear of getting a skirt dirty keep them from the adventures that lie ahead. 😉
Besides, adventurers can wear nice clothes too, can’t they?
What do you wear to go on an adventure?
What is the weather like in your neck of the woods?
Oh! Before I sign off, I thought you all should know that the winner of the Meadow & Fawn Giveaway has been announced! You can go and visit the original giveaway post to see who won.
Brigid, the Middle Sister and Singer