I’m penning this morning from a farm home within the southern third of Hunterdon County, N.J., a couple of miles from the Pennsylvania border. I’m staying right here while visiting my sister who lives one city over.
Our annual visits have been a part of the household historical past, particularly since she contracted a uncommon bone most cancers proper on the outset of the COVID-19 disaster. She’s been doing fairly nicely, all thongs thought of, given the truth that this sort of most cancers normally carries a loss of life sentence. She needed to retire from being an lively doctor, regardless of having been absolute rockstar in terms of her performing as a primary responder locally.
The final a number of Christmases have been fraught with exterior influences and mini-dramas. However yesterday morning, I woke as much as snow falling exterior the window. It was a good looking viewscape, one which got here out of a Currier & Ives illustration.
A lot of folks romanticize the “white Christmas,” despite the fact that these of a sure age know that finally, you’re going to must drive via that layer, whether or not in a automobile or in a one-horse open sleigh.
Nonetheless, it’s good to consider, nature going about its enterprise of releasing precipitation out of moist air.
And the placid winterscape that’s left behind.
Blissful Christmas, everyone.
