Bohumbug, I say. I am not yet in the Christmas spirit. While the weather has been beautiful, around 35 degrees average, the lack of snow has dampened my Christmas mood. Around this time last year, I was doing this. And that. And this and that.
This December has been quieter, calmer, less white and more September-like. I’ve done the bargain shopping, buying books for my father, clothes for my sista, knitting a prayer shawl for my mother, and finding other little nuggets to wrap and gift for Christmas loves.
I also bought myself a book, Growth of the Soil by Knut Hamsun. I learned of his work after googling author Jan Karon, one of my favorites, and reading her response to a question on what her favorite read is.
Growth of the Soil has been an excellent adventure so far. It’s the story of a couple, Isak and Inga, who live far from civilization and must find ways to keep themselves warm and fed, by way of farming and gardening and livestock. Isak, a big ugly brute, and Inga, a homely, large woman with a harelip, find love and peace from living off the land.
Highly recommend it to you or the reader in your life.
This is my December. Reading. Online shopping. Greedily ready for the new year.
Thank goodness the company is sweet.