Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Movin' on

The seed catalogs have been ordered, and I am waiting in anticipation for their arrival!
I can hardly wait for spring, to get out and start the garden. Also to do some trimming, yard cleanup and planting flowers.
Yea, I know, I'm wierd.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005


I have been rather busy of late.
I was not expecting to have to make a quick trip back down to Florida, but I did. About the only thing that would get me to do this was to pick up my grandson.
That one thing came in the form of a frantic phone call from my daughter.
So now I am finishing upacking and caring for my almost 2 year old grandson. He is so cute, and always tries to help.

Anyway...........I will be trying to get back here a lot more often.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

The First of December

I should really be working. I should be empting boxes and putting things away. Instead I am staring out of the window, entranced with the view and the day.
The clouds are dark, gray and heavy. But they are comforting. The trees have been denuded of their leaves, their limbs reach skeleton like fingers into the crisp air. There are still patches of impossibly green grass patchworked with golden weeds. I could, and in fact have been, drinking in this view for hours.
There is a softly whispering breeze tumbling around in the trees and the bushes. A few hardy birds lend their song to the scene.
Inside the aroma of slowly simmering pot of ham and beans fills the house.It is a rich smell punchuated with onion and garlic. Mingling with this is the heady smell of freshly brewed coffee.
I love the feel of my flannel shirt next to my skin, soft and comforting like being in the arms of an old and familiar lover. Oh it is so delicious to sit content with in and with out, sipping a cup of coffee delicately flavored with chocolate and mint. Listening to the contented snoring of the dogs, curled up and sleeping on the thick rug at my feet.
I am finally feeling peace stealing back into my soul. The stress of the last few months becoming a memory, like a bad dream.
I really should be working...........maybe later.