The last Saturday in November is the day of our church bazaar.

I spent yesterday, after a failed attempt at seeing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, baking for the tea room. It was all chocolaty goodness, and my house smelled divine. It smelled so divine that I thought about having brownies for breakfast. I wanted them baaaad. However, the left side of the brain prevailed, and I ate my usual testament to fruit and fiber.

This has become one of my favorite days in November, because I buy my first poinsettia of the season.

And so it begins.

Well, there is a teeny tiny downside. The poinsettia comes home, and I think I need to clean the house from top to bottom and bottom to top to make room for my wee herald of the season. As I write this post, I think I’m already over that.

It’s the only day of the year that I desperately want a bowl of soup at 10:30 in the morning. The smells coming out of the tea room are just too hard to resist. I want soup. And I want it now.

It snowed thick flurries this morning, which made the day perfect for a Christmas bazaar.

I love the crush of people. I love the beaming faces. I love the laughter and jokes exchanged. I love the wee babies on shoulders, the Santa hats, reindeer noses and Christmas earrings. Let it be known I was wearing my red and green lightbulb earrings today, but left the reindeer nose at home.

A truly great last Saturday in November.

Now, I’m going to try to see the last half of Potter, but I think I’ll leave my earrings on.

Elen