I loved the quarter system in college. Every nine weeks I got to buy new spiral bound notebooks with not a mark in them. No matter what grades I'd earned in the previous quarter, there was the possibility of straight A's. Unknown professors with different styles of teaching. Subjects that I'd never considered taking--like design, environmental horticulture, beginning art, veg crops or Chinese history--offered diversity.
I love fresh starts, possibilities uncluttered by baggage, the space to dream large.
Then too, it's amazing at year's end to look back at what I've accomplished--especially since I frequently astonish myself by the volume I've completed. Then there are always those high-priority tasks that somehow go begging for years. I'm both encouraged and motivated.
Although I spend a lot of time during the eight months when I can actually hand's-on play-in-the-dirt in the high desert thinking about plants, it's that slim slice of time every year as I put the garden to bed when I learn the most. It's enlightening, taking stock of failures and successes, planning for the future.
So I'm looking backwards at 2014, even while I'm hanging up that new calendar. I'm rummaging through the drawers and closets, discovering unfinished crafts and ideas and then curling up watching Firefly (for the fifth time) as I quilt, embroider, stitch and hem.
I'm just--just barely--disciplined enough to enjoy the satisfaction of completing a wall-hanging and packing it away until next autumn. But, trust me, my brain is busily and enthusiastically planning an assault on myriad fronts. Some painting, lots of embroidery, sewing and more sewing. Definitely planning for next Christmas--it's never too early and sometimes even a year ahead can be a bit too late! Some big tasks, some itty-bitty ones. Some for my own satisfaction, some as gifts, some as just a way to work out a challenge. A visit to the garden store for seeds is in order. Gift certificates to be redeemed. Christmas money to be wisely used--membership at the scrapbook store so I can use workshop space and tools throughout the year, perhaps some new tools (because Santa somehow forgot to pack the requested clamps on his sleigh), and let us not forget some new boots to stomp out the cold weather blues.
So farewell, old, and welcome, new. Twenty-fifteen could be the best year ever. The potential is there. It's fresh and shiny and just waiting for us!
May some of our dreams come true, may there be more happy than sad, may we choose to grow in wisdom and grace as life teaches us new lessons.
Happy New Year from my cottage to your casa,
I love fresh starts, possibilities uncluttered by baggage, the space to dream large.
Then too, it's amazing at year's end to look back at what I've accomplished--especially since I frequently astonish myself by the volume I've completed. Then there are always those high-priority tasks that somehow go begging for years. I'm both encouraged and motivated.
Although I spend a lot of time during the eight months when I can actually hand's-on play-in-the-dirt in the high desert thinking about plants, it's that slim slice of time every year as I put the garden to bed when I learn the most. It's enlightening, taking stock of failures and successes, planning for the future.
So I'm looking backwards at 2014, even while I'm hanging up that new calendar. I'm rummaging through the drawers and closets, discovering unfinished crafts and ideas and then curling up watching Firefly (for the fifth time) as I quilt, embroider, stitch and hem.
I'm just--just barely--disciplined enough to enjoy the satisfaction of completing a wall-hanging and packing it away until next autumn. But, trust me, my brain is busily and enthusiastically planning an assault on myriad fronts. Some painting, lots of embroidery, sewing and more sewing. Definitely planning for next Christmas--it's never too early and sometimes even a year ahead can be a bit too late! Some big tasks, some itty-bitty ones. Some for my own satisfaction, some as gifts, some as just a way to work out a challenge. A visit to the garden store for seeds is in order. Gift certificates to be redeemed. Christmas money to be wisely used--membership at the scrapbook store so I can use workshop space and tools throughout the year, perhaps some new tools (because Santa somehow forgot to pack the requested clamps on his sleigh), and let us not forget some new boots to stomp out the cold weather blues.
So farewell, old, and welcome, new. Twenty-fifteen could be the best year ever. The potential is there. It's fresh and shiny and just waiting for us!
May some of our dreams come true, may there be more happy than sad, may we choose to grow in wisdom and grace as life teaches us new lessons.
Happy New Year from my cottage to your casa,
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