Of all the seasons Autumn is my favorite. I know, I know I said the same thing about summer at its start, and the same thing about spring when it finally arrived. Okay, Autumn is definitely in my top three. Winter and I have a love hate relationship. Winter is a necessary evil like pantyhose and the dentist. Without winter the other seasons would never be so dramatic, so anticipated and shocking in their delights. Back to Autumn. There is nothing that gets my creative juices flowing like a crisp fall morning. I love watching the leaves turn bright and then brittle with anticipation of all the excitement to come. From September to new years my life is a literal flurry of activities and parties. My birthday, Canadian thanksgiving, Halloween, Ella's birthday, American Thanksgiving, CHRISTMAS, my anniversary. (One of the best things about being a Canuck living in the states is two thanksgivings!) This year my creative juices refused to flow. Each time I would sit at the computer to write, or pick up a paint brush, or even browse through pinterest: c r i c k e t s. Only me and the sound of silence.
I haven't been able to figure out or overcome this mountain of blah for weeks. The whole creative hiatus has left me a little out of sorts. I need creative outlets to stay sane, keep myself from locking children in their bedrooms and throwing heavy objects at husband. This morning the fog finally lifted and I know who is to blame. Uncle Sam. The election has been wrecking autumn, one of my three favorite seasons! A huge political haze has been hanging over us all. There has been so much political static electricity in the air, poor facebook has become a landmine of opinions. I think my inner-self decided to duck and cover a couple of months ago. I don't have any opinions or political sound bites to share with you this morning. (I have them I just refuse to share them.) Consider that my early Christmas gift to you. This is an open invitation to all my friends no matter which side of the fence they sit on. Pop on over to my house. There are pumpkin muffins in the oven, craft projects spread out across the dinning room table and Christmas music on the radio. Everything is going to be alright.
PS - A brave princess and her wise little owl showed up for Halloween :)
