Nature knows best, I am convinced. I believe in order, that I’m not in charge (which is a huge relief) and that my mom and dad were made for me.
This week, maybe the week was made for me too.
As you might guess, I count my weeks from Saturday through Friday, and this Saturday’s week started with reports of heavy snow to our west. Four and one half inches of snow fell near Columbia. Go figure! I wonder how that compares to Halloween storms in North Dakota or in Pennsylvania? The snow that fell in Charleston was the city’s earliest on record! Go figure!
Coincidentally (if coincidences are possible) it happens that folks at the college are devising schemes to infuse a healthy dose of experiences that nurture quantitative literacy into nearly everything thing we do. The plans have been in the works for months, but lately they are really taking shape.
I’m proud of the program that is being developed. It reminds my of the way my dad, who was a mathematics professor, was always weaving mathematics lessons into everyday conversations with us kids at home. So, naturally, I’m eager to see how the plans will benefit our students at Coker.
But that’s a story for another day.
Returning back to the present, this week’s snow only lasted a few hours, but for me it flipped an important switch, a switch that sometimes gets switched too late, and sometimes not at all.
It wasn’t always this way. There was a time when the holiday spirit would animate nearly every thought and conversation I had in November and December. But in recent years, the holidays have tended to seem more like work than a blessing. And while work is surely satisfying, I don’t recall a time when it was in short supply. Last week, in particular, work was everywhere and by Saturday, I was beat–just plain exhausted.
This week was different. A blanket of perfect white snow graced our state and wonderful snowy scenes filled up my Facebook news feed. And the giddiness of those long-gone October school days that used to include bundling up the kids to catch the bus at 7 a.m. left me a little homesick.
On Sunday, I spent most of the day curled up on the couch under a fuzzy comforter surrounded by cookbooks. I napped and read and ate Halloween candy and before long, the coming season was set. I was figuring. There are three weeks until Thanksgiving, seven weeks until Christmas. What should I make? Who will come? Oh, it is fun!
So, today, to celebrate season of taking care of each other and of appreciating the blessings of nature and family and friends, I wanted to make a cookie as sparkly as Christmas but with the colors of autumn: Glittering Lemon Sandwich Cookies.
Come and get ’em.
P.S. Since they are sandwich cookies, a batch makes about half as many cookies as is the case with non-sandwich cookies. A word to the wise: come and get ’em early!