Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance – each beautiful, unique and too soon gone.
Last Saturday, the Virgin Guadeloupe’s feast day was marked by near-constant fireworks that began around 9 p.m. Friday night. It was also possible to buy roses on many street corners, as vendors popped up every where to sell the flowers of the day.
Sunday I woke to near-silence except for rain drops on the skylight. The rain ended by 9 a.m. or so, but that wasn’t early enough to get me out the door in time to get to the UU service, which was too bad because I’d made a blonde fruitcake for the post-service social; now I have a lot of fruitcake in the freezer, even after having eaten too many pieces.
I managed to do stretches for the first time in I don’t know how many months and a few sit-ups and leg lifts, which is miraculous, more so than the rain which we hadn’t had in the longest time.