I don't mind winter. I can put on a parka and tolerate waiting for the bus during a snowstorm. I accept that it's not optional, so may as well make the best of it, right? But Christmas... couldn't we have it every other year?
11 months in between the onslaughts of seasonal pop music, themed advertising, and consumerism masquerading as genuine sentiment is not enough, IMHO. Frankly, the only thing that I look forward to every year at Christmas is my friend's homemade candy cane brownies. They taste just as good as they look. Better, even.
(Photo credit to my deliciously skilled friend.)
(By the way, I should mention that credit for the photos in my previous post, about Pandemic Legacy, goes to The Internet. They were all stolen, because I don't have access to the game at home, and do you think my friends were going to let me spend time setting up a photo shoot while they waited when we could actually be playing the game? Ha ha ha ha no.)
Conspicuous absence of a graceful segue....
Once upon a time, around a year ago, I accidentally killed Big Leaf. Big Leaf was exactly what it sounds like, a big leaf. I have a houseplant, species unknown or forgotten, that produces large leaves and the occasional bright red flower. One leaf eventually grew so large that I felt it kind of developed its own personality. I used to say Hey and high-five it when I walked past. Then, one day, when I was doing some routine pruning in my window garden, I accidentally snapped Big Leaf's stem. I felt so bad.
However, in time the plant produced a successor. Meet the new Big Leaf.
It's not quite as big as the old Big Leaf... yet. It's getting there. I am already starting to bond with it. You can bet I'll be more careful with this one.