Just read Sue Vincent’s hilarious post about mince pies HERE where she describes the tradition that says you should eat mince pies for good fortune through December. You must read this!
Judging from the speed mince pies vanish in our house, I would say we were doing our very best!
Back to the post I intended for today, the absolute last post on all things 2020
2020 has been a year of monumentally large things for all of us.
Top of the list, of course, for most of us has been the corona virus and all its many faces.
Most of the year we have been up to our necks in politics, both here in the UK, and in America. I try to avoid anything political as I am convinced that all politicians are insane, but there has been no avoiding a little interaction.
Against my better judgement, I found myself rooting for Boris Johnson and hating Donald Trump with a passion. Even though I knew it didn’t really matter who seems to be in charge, as it’s the machine behind the scenes that calls the shots.
We have had (and still have) a major big thing in our family too. Anita, the healthiest member of our family who has never even had as much as a head cold, suddenly developed serious heart trouble, resulting in such irreparable damage she may never fully recover from.
For our family, this has been devastatingly bigger than the virus and all the world problems put together.
We also lost our beloved Merlin this year, when old age and a brain tumour decided it was time he crossed the rainbow bridge. For fifteen years he had been such an important and much-loved member of our family. His loss is still far too painful to talk about.
Trying to come to terms with the enormity of everything that has happened, I started thinking about the little things.
Those small moments that usually pass unnoticed, mainly due to the blanketing effect of all those big things, but they do have an importance all their own.
I found myself looking for comfort in these small things.
The small touch on your arm to let you know you are not alone.
The sound of rain.
The unexpected arrival of a cup of coffee.
Waking up to breathtakingly lovely sunrise.
A visiting robin, busy picking up the fallen crumbs from the bird feeder.
A smile, a compliment, or a hug.
Neighbours who remember to trundle our rubbish bins out for the dustmen.
Those little jobs around the house that mysteriously get done, and not by me.
The garden is a source of joy, despite the overgrowth of weeds. I have learned not to feel guilty about leaving Nature to her own devices. She takes care of business just fine, something we should all think about.
And there has been just enough rain to keep my bonsai trees happy.
Someone once said…
“To enjoy the little things for one day, you may look back and realise they were in fact the big things…”