There’s a cowbell from Switzerland, camel bells, a supper club bell from a county fair. Sleigh bells that jingle. A brass bell with a brass clapper. A porcelain bell with forget-me-nots. My mother used to ring a little silver bell to call us in for supper but I don’t know what happened to it. This string of bells with ribbon and old yarn is from my childhood home, hanging on a door now in my house. You hear them jangle as someone comes in or out.
Tonight I’ll shake this motley collection of bells to ring in the new year. Something I’ve never thought to do before.