Advent, season of hope

Sunday Seasons: Bare twigs, bright foliage, and delicate blossoms braving a frosty day.
The meeting of the seasons near the turning of the year.

It's the First Sunday of Advent and the last day of National Novel Writing Month.
A new church year begins and an old novel struggles toward the light.
I feel renewed in vigor to persevere. Today I edited 20 pages of Part II.

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All month I've admired the challenge responses but didn't have time even to look up the topics. Today I have jumped in with both feet and posted two entries, this one and another that features (buck up, blippers, I hear you groaning) Big Pink!