Tuesday, December 3, 2013

chosen




It's mild so far, this December.
We haven't yet had the uncomfortable heat that either makes us hibernate indoors, or drives us to find the ocean.
Tradition takes us to this place of red dirt and pine, and we let them choose the perfect one.

Now, on sunny days upon our return walk from school, we are greeted by the scent of pine, and twinkly lights, and nativity scenes.

My absolute favourite season. 
Christmas, I fall head over heels for you every year.

xx

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