That’s the full moon, blue moon, seen from my house on New Years Eve. As I look at that photo I realize how familiar seeing the moon through the branches of the old pecan tree has become. Just a few years here in our home, that I’ve considered our new home. How comfortable and familiar it has become. All of that has happened with scarcely a passing thought from me.
This time of year is a time of quiet reflection for me. But not a time of resolutions. I’m no good with those. Another year gone and the promise of the new year and all that it might hold. Full like the moon.
I’ve been so fortunate to have come to know so many of you over the past year. You’ve laughed with me, supported me, and sparked creative growth that I am so grateful for. It’s been a good year. Many thanks!
I wish you all a year full of wonderful things.