I actually don't want to stop posting, but I know that in the hectic pace of our daily lives this blog will get pushed to the background, behind the 100 other mundane tasks that need to be done each day. I have liked having the daily time to reflect, but I know myself well enough to predict that just wanting to do it is not enough. I need a challenge or a goal to keep me going.
So, I have given myself one . . . continue to post each day until Christmas about a seasonal (winter or holiday) book. I have already started my list of books to write about. My challenge will be to find enough new books to post here -- ones that I have not written about previously.
I am also giving myself this challenge the week before my book fair begins. I am not sure if that proves how much I really like doing this or if I am just a glutton for punishment.
So, here we go again. And to get us started, enjoy this poem.
Naughtumn by Douglas Florian
The trees are bare.
The birds have flown.
What's going to grow
This year has grown.
The leaves fall down
And then get burned,
As autumn slowly gets winturned.