Embracing time as it comes, from the Thanksgiving feast to the New Year
Chesapeake Country is far enough north on Earth’s temperature grid for us to be feeling the chill. Degree by falling degree, we draw into our homes, layer on our wool and fleecy clothes and light our fires. Turning inward and homeward, we’re in sync with the season that celebrates hearth and home.
(How our neighbors in southern climes enter the spirit of the winter holidays I’m not sure. That, I figure, is their story to write.)