The holly garlands and red ribbon wreaths are going up all over the place in the little town I'm living in. I have a feeling Christmas here is going to be fantastic.
On an early morning walk with my beau, saw this lovely little garden gate. In summer it was full of green ivy; now at the end of November, all the colors are almost gone. I'm ready for Christmas.
My role this Thanksgiving: dessert chef. I baked a batch of cookies last night, and I was up early this morning making this pumpkin pie and caramel cake. I love being on sweet duty!
My Shakespeare family, or most of them at least. These are the lovelies I've been living, working, and playing with for a good two months now. I can't imagine my life without them. This is all us at Orphan Thanksgiving.
The view of last night. All these kids in the past four days performed ten Shakespeare shows with more passion and enthusiasm than any professional show I've ever seen, and they cheered each other on like they were watching the Superbowl. It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen, and I was lucky enough to be a part of it.
When is too early to start preparing for Christmas? Right now, we're less than a week out from Thanksgiving and usually I'm adamant about not starting one holiday before the other one's done. On the other hand, this house all decked out in Christmas-ware? Made my day.
This church sits on the outskirts of my town on the top of a hill. I'm in need of spiritualism right now, and I find its position and its simplicity comforting. One day I'll even get courage to go in.
There is a tradition building among the lovely group I've been hanging out and working with for the past two months, and that tradition is Shakespearean Burger Night. This is my darling roommate and several of my friends at last night's SB Night, and it was one of the best times I've had with these guys.
This is my favorite brunch restaurant ever. I go here with friends practically every week - they have delicious organic omelets and pancakes and really good coffee to boot. Best thing about this week's visit was that it was a weekday morning, so the place was practically empty and we could sit and relax as long as we wanted.
The two lovely bottles of red wine I consumed along with a few friends last night. Both were heady and rich and dark and gorgeous. Went perfectly with the sad movie we were watching.
While on an afternoon walk, I startled a bobcat lurking around one of the old abandoned houses on the property where I'm staying. He stared at me in astonishment for a few moments and I caught him just as he slinked away.
My obsession with November weather continues. This sleetsnow that came upon us yesterday with blustering winds and biting cold had me outside roaring King Lear to the heavens.
My idea of a perfect Sunday morning - a cup of hot tea and perhaps my favorite book of all time, Pride and Prejudice. Oh Mr. Darcy, how I love you so.
Also, any P&P fans need this comic in their lives:
At a wonderful showing of Antony and Cleopatra last night, I saw this dress out in the lobby - it's a costume from Shakespeare's Cymbeline for one of my favorite characters, Imogen. I saw myself so easily wearing this and playing that role.
Leftover Halloween candy. I'm physically incapable of buying some for myself at this point in my life, but if someone leaves a few small choices pieces out of display...
It's a cold and melancholy November day. Glad the weather is cooperating with my mood. There's something satisfying about being lonely and having the rain reflect it.
It snowed yesterday on Halloween (in the middle of an amazing game of ultimate frisbee), and today the flakes lingered on the grass and were gone by noon.