Monday, January 9, 2017

The Look Back, 2016 Style

2016 was a brilliant year.

Okay, okay, November brought us a National Nightmare that hasn't even started yet -- oh the bad dreams we'll have . . . which will reveal themselves to actually be not-dreams at all -- but before that? The year was gorgeous and fabulous.

Let's take a Look Back together, shall we?

January

How else would we start the New Year? Where else would we start the New Year? Watch Hill, Rhode Island, baby. On January Oneth as my Dad would say. Perfection.

February

We had some beauties of snow days, man. The older I get the less I care about the injustices of winter. I mean, time flies. And that includes winter.

Bring it, I say.

Sort of.

March

Because then it's over and there are croci.

April

Oh, April? Only one of the most epic weddings of the century. Man, we love those two like crazy.

May

The Field! Our Field. The Tree! Our Tree. Our life changed intrinsically and immeasurably in May.

Plus that epic cousin visit in Boston? A highlight of the year for the ages.

June

And then all of a sudden it was summer and warm and lovely . . .

July

. . . and then it was deeper summer and the whole world greened up and there is no better time of year. Nevermind what I said earlier about winter. Winter is for chumps.

August

I may love August even more than July. But that's impossible given my love for July. So nevermind what I said earlier about August.

September

Oh but wait. I love September. Back at Watch Hill.

Still, it was hard to choose the lusciousness of The Habeneros or The Field to represent September. Because The Habeneros and The Field? Lush. September is lush.

And our Katrin visit? I mean, I can't even.

October

Oh, October? Oh, another wedding of the century? Oh man, those two. I mean those five. I'm in love with that whole family.

And then came November. Sigh. Damn that November.

It was pretty to look at, though:

November

And Thanksgiving and Mom and Mistah's hike made it memorable in ways that helped us forget the other pesky stuff. Not forget, ignore. Not ignore, tolerate. Not tolerate . . . just . . . try to live.

And ultimately?

December

December was just last week. So shockingly? Weirdly? Bizarrely? I actually remember my memories of December. Which is quite remarkable in itself.

Christmas! My peeps! Aunt Lill!

So.

It's 2017, and there's only one thing to do -- collectively  -- at a time like this.

Rock it.

5 comments:

mom said...

Love the post Ellie, and love checking out the special posts during the year, well done!
love you, mom

Beth said...

Beautiful, Ellie!

xo,
b

love yearly reviews in Central PA said...

And January came and Meryl spoke for us all..and then we will MARCH!

Jacquie said...

Love it, El. Can't wait to savor all of the linky poos and start gathering my own for Friday's post!

xo
Jacquie

Jane Corey Holt said...

lovely, ellie!