Ah December, crackling fires in the fireplace to snooze in front of, dreaming of the sleeping catnip patch and spring. Snow falling outside the window we used to jump in and out of all summer long. Alas, no catnip, but when the craving starts in us, we merely wander down to the garden (the flagstones still get warm from the weakening sun) and chew the woody stalks to release the fragrance that fills our minds with summer dreams. Then back to the fires to snooze, back to the bed to bask in whatever rays of sun come streaming through the windows, back to dreams of gardens to frolic in, stone walls to scamper along, fences to squiggle under and mice to catch. Happy December and an early but very Merry Christmas!
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