Not a moment too soon, this confounding year comes to a conclusion this week.
Posts Tagged With: Christ The King
Didn’t realize it at the time, but I actually got to celebrate the feast of Christ the King a little early this year.
Encountered a little hiccup on the path toward the savory pot of turkey soup I had envisioned.
When I pulled open the produce drawer, it was practically empty: No celery. No carrots. And only the lame remnants of a Vidalia sweet onion. (It had seen better days.)
For much of the past several weeks, the fall foliage has been disappointing in my neck of the woods. Drab, feckless—unfettering premature impressions of decay.
The perfect autumnal display, perhaps, to reflect my mood following the recent election season.