It's happening again.
It happens right around this time of the year - when my heart seams seem to nearly burst from all the goodness and light of the holidays.
The chilled turkey carcass is still nestled in it's plastic net, yet -
I can smell it.
I can hear the pots and pans rattling and envision whisking hopes and dreams into the gravy.
We are on the cusp of the most wonderful time of the year.
It's like being on a roller coaster and there's that moment of stillness before you plunge head first -
This is when 'it' happens.
'It' being - me thinking anything is possible.
'It' being - me making high in the sky apple pie dreams of gardens, poultry, triathlons, size six jeans, more bee hives, tapping maple trees and assorted shenanigans.
What is it about November that gets me all up in arms?
I have a feeling it has something to do with the fact that I can only plan everything and not actually have to do the work.
There are no triathlons in Indiana in November.
There are no plantings of gardens and baby chick purchases in November.
There is no adding beehives in November.
There's just thinking about it.
And when all you can do is think about it - sister - don't you just think you are capable of going to the moon and back?
But think about it I will - and plan it I will - and come time to actually do it -
I'm sure I'll adjust that list.
Here's to another beauty full ordinary day my friends!