The earth is playing frosty the snowman today!
The earth indeed does have music. Today, I walked out on the deck and the deck went bang, bang... as the screws broke from the cold and movement on the deck. But the birds are at the feeders trying to get food to stay warm, the dog refuses to go out for long and you see her lifting one let and after the other from the cold, waiting at the door for me to let her back in. She is perfectly content chewing on old bones and enjoying the warmth of the house.
My plan was to go out and blow the drive again, shovel the deck off and bring in wood. Well, at 10 degrees, the water for the birds I put out freezing within a couple hours, I decided today was not the day. So I brought wood in from the garage (back up for times like these) and am going to settle in to work on the leg warmers I am knitting and do some needlework later, while a movie I have seen so many times I can't count plays. I have done all the dishes, cornbread is in the oven baking, the woodstove is keeping up heating the back part of the house and actually helping the furnace keep up for the rest. I can be grateful for a day like today to just enjoy being alive and doing things I enjoy. I enjoy being retired I do believe!
I think one of the reasons I do love this one is because I walked the banks of the Seine. But to have a love that transcends death is something that anyone who has lost a love to death thinks about.
I am going to everyone a favor and put the print down below:
I am going to everyone a favor and put the print down below:
The
young widow was walking along the banks of the Seine.
She
had just laid rest her husband, killed in battle.
She
clutched his last letter that said, "I will be sending flowers."
Those
flowers never arrived, and the letter had never been sent.
The
letter she had found in the envelope the
Army
had sent contained his only belongings.
She
sat down, and looked at the river, not actually seeing it.
Her
heart breaking as she remembered his last kiss.
Through
tear warped sight she imagined a bouquet of the
most
amazing orchids; they are her favorites.
She
wiped the tears away with a handkerchief of blue silk.
Closing
her eyes, she steeled her resolve to just make another day.
When
she opened them again a bouquet of blue orchids was sitting in the
water
trapped
by an eddy, that brought it to her feet.
Each
year she would walk the Seine and as promised... Another bouquet.
Thank you Courage, Strength and Hope!
Thank you Spirit Trails!
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I will say thank you to all who have rekindled my flame over time. We sometimes don't realize it is even out.
I will say thank you to all who have rekindled my flame over time. We sometimes don't realize it is even out.
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And what I want is to now get off the computer and do some needlework or knitting and relax. Have a great Tuesday, may it be a day of peace and joy.
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