I could not let my favorite seasonal change pass without a little bit of something. Granted, with homework and work and all the other stuff in my life right now, there wasn't much that I could pull together.
So, I got a pumpkin.
A tiny, lonely, perfect pumpkin.
He was aiming to be festive, but he didn't quite make it on his own, so I added a couple of candles.
And that was better. Certainly not the customary celebration of years past, but it was something. I made an apple crisp and my family came over for a bit and it was good. We listened to Vivaldi and sipped on coffee brewed with a cinnamon stick. Then we packed it all back up and I find myself here, wanting to make it all last a bit longer, or even just wanting to go to bed early. Alas, it is not to be. My English homework will not be denied any longer.