Angels On High
And it's such a clear, cold full moon night in Seattle, you should be able to see them.
Our tree is upright in the living room, not yet decorated ... and the scent fills two rooms.
Wonderful smell-of-the-pine-woods that reminds of so many Christmases past.
Tomorrow we decorate the tree, I need to address cards, I get to bake thumbprint cookies and russian teacakes and maybe another batch of frosted Christmas cookies. The Patriots are on TV tomorrow morning, Jim is happy, Bucky is happy, I am happy.
This holiday is a good one for me, and I am truly grateful.
Today's fragrance: Thanks to Annie, I'm trying Caron's Coup De Fouet ("Crack the Whip"), the edt version of the Poivre urn fragrance. Maller has compared it to DSH's Oeillets Rouges, and other reviewers have noted that it is perhaps a more wearable version of the Poivre. I don't know about that, but I know I LOVE this ... a geranium rosa base, with rose and carnation and clove and pepper and ... yum. Spicy, but a dry spicy. Nothing sweet that I can tell. It's perfect.
Best Last Words Department:
"Waiting are they? Waiting are they? Well--let 'em wait."
Ethan Allen (1738-1789) on his deathbed, when told angels were waiting for him.
New Yorker cover illustration by Steig