I have a number of posts prepared, but rather than post them now I’m waiting for other things. For example, I’m waiting to do some baking (and take photographs) before I can publish my afternoon tea posts. I’m waiting before posting any travel-related posts because I’m hoping (soon) to kick off the travel blog and perhaps I should post there instead. But I’m waiting because this is all tied up with a business proposition, and decisions are difficult. I’m waiting to post about my year of Mandarin simply because parts of it are difficult to write.
I had been waiting on low winter temperatures to post this photo, wanting to write about rugging up to keep warm, about hats and scarves and woolly coats, bare trees, and wild weather, but despite the short days and long nights, the temperatures have been stubbornly mild. Finally, though, on the weekend, I looked out the window, and exclaimed, “they’ve all gone!” Yes, the trees know that winter has arrived, even if the thermometer isn’t quite there yet.
Waiting. I like that. I wish I could say I was waiting. Maybe I am—waiting for inspiration, for proper amounts of time. Great post.
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Hi I’m new to the blogging community and you seem like minded! I just started sharing my journey you can check it out over at http://www.notbreedingintheburbs.com/
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Nice shot, Mali! Funny – you’re talking about bundling up, and I’m melting here in New England. Your afternoon teas posts sound delish – can’t wait to see the pictures.
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Sometimes it’s nice to wait!!
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Summer is just booting up here and as much as I want to relax and enjoy, I know that winter will be back before long. Planning and procurement must happen before it return.
Patience. Restraint. Good words. Good practice.
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