The days of my pumpkin spiced lattes are dwindling. The plump pumpkins that lined the grocers’ windows have been replaced with poignant poinsettias and will soon be joined by mistletoe and fraser firs. In September, I wrote, “If it weren’t for Thanksgiving, Christmas would start November 15.” Ha! Okay okay I take it back. I must have forgotten that Plymoth has been forgotten everywhere but the 1st grade classroom and the dinner table.
Here I am in Florida attending Christmas tree lightings and sampling peppermint hot chocolate. It’s so warm here! I haven’t worn a sweater in weeks. Rather, I walk on the beach barefooted in a t-shirt. I bet the water here never gets as cold as the warmest water ever gets in Maine. I am a Texan from Maine wintering in Florida. Well, I am just tickling the underbelly of ubiquity aren’t I?
