In Fourteen Hundred Ninety-Two, Columbus sailed the ocean blue. And not that long ago, I worked at State Bank and Trust. During my tenure at State Bank and Trust, Columbus Day was one of my absolute favorite holidays. Not because of my overwhelming love for the man (although he could rock a hat), but because it was the only bank holiday when my kids still attended school.
I think Columbus would have appreciated education. After all, he was an explorer with an incredible thirst for knowledge.
I was gleeful.
It was the best day of the year.
Busy moms understand.
I showered and dressed at my regular pre-crack-of-dawn-time, dropped the kids off as though it was a normal eight-to-five day, then headed straight to Starbucks for my first Gingerbread Latte of the season.
I sat in the stillness of Barnes and Noble surrounded by books and read the newspaper cover to cover until Toys R Us opened. With the bulk of my Christmas shopping completed at a leisurely pace, I reveled in an entire afternoon of gardening.
Columbus Day was my special secret.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Sam Cooke, Chain Gang