Friday, November 4, 2011

Changing Seasons

It is a quirk of my home that the floor in my bedroom is ceramic tile.  Certainly more fitting in a house built in the tropics than my little oasis in Maryland suburbia.  On summer mornings, it’s a treat to pad across the cool tile in bare feet as I prepare for the day ahead.  But as the leaves turn and then drift to the ground, as the days get shorter, and as the temperatures start to fall, I dread those first steps out of bed in the morning.  My feet hit the cold tiles, chill me to my core, and I am sadly reminded that winter is coming. 
Have I ever told you how much I dislike winter?  Not the magical parts, of course.  Just the parts when I always seem to be freezing. 
I think it might be time to break out the cardigans.   


  1. Sounds like you need a pair of slippers by your bed side.

  2. Maybe I'll get a pair to match my flannel bathrobe.