BAH HUMBUG?:CHRISTMAS GIFTS RECONSIDERED

Having already admitted that I’m no fan of holidays or birthdays, I have another embarrassing confession that puts right me up there with Scrooge McDuck and the Grinch: For most of my life I have not liked to receive gifts. Further, I only like to give them when something strikes me as just right for the person, regardless of the date. But this year I may be changing my tune, because I received some gifts that felt just right. 

 

One was opening “The London Review of Books” and seeing the elegant ad for “Letters to Men of Letters.” 

 

 

Another was my deadly-looking hori-hori, the Japanese garden tool that no weed wants to see coming. I’ve written about it previously. 

 

http://franceoritaly.blogspot.com/2022/01/not-only-in-italy-garden-tools-and.html?m=1

 

The third which was the subject of a recent three-part post: realizing my long-held wish to get to my mysterious Dream House across the valley. 

 

http://franceoritaly.blogspot.com/2022/01/the-dream-house-walk-part-twoen-route.html?m=1

 

These gifts for which I am very grateful are reminding me that my middle name is “Joy,” not “Bah humbug.”