Tuesday, April 5, 2022
Good news for me this morning; I worried that my resident mourning dove couple had been carried off by the string of strong wind and snow storms. As with their seasonal return every year through the years, It became their strong habit to greet me each morning all through their season here on my property, communing from the rail of the deck outside my window. Then after strong wintry storms, they were gone!. I could only hope they had found a more sheltered place. Would I see them again? IN THE SUNSHINE THIS MORNING, they came back! There they were on the the rail, looking at me---and beside them a pretty young nestling in the same blue-gray color of the parents. It was Mama and Papa and baby! I moved to the window seat & they moved closer, strutting and performing to keep my attention. I WAS SO GLAD TO SEE THEM! (AND I WELCOME THE NEW MEMBER OF THEIR FAMILY!
Friday, January 7, 2022
AN ELDER'S THOUGHTS ABOUT WINTER ... All through my youth, I spent many a cold day or evening with skates on my feet, figure-skating with friends on a good public pond in the city in which I was raised. I LOVED the winters! I loved tobogganing too, and enjoyed winter cook-outs, and I even met my dear Bob on the night of a blizzard, and winters and snow would join my memories of our long happy marriage together. In life as a mom, I happily played in the snow with my kids and my grandkids and the kids of our neighbors, and even my dog; and I still made a few snowmen even after I realized I was no longer young enough and would soon be paying the price.. Now as a member of the "old-skin-and-bones generation," I rebel at the thought of the harsh cold and snow that's bound to come on with the winter, but I still have to smile at the thought of those big winter snowflakes falling around me. But at last I am forced to admit, I do spend more time in my own elder season, admiring the beauties of winters from INSIDE my warm house; not OUTSIDE with the COLD! But even if some would find it annoying, I still see the beauties in all of God's seasons in my northeast Ohio; even amid the shivers of winter. But if winter grows long, and if it gets mean, I do hope the Lord will forgive me if I raise my face to the snow and the cold being sent from His skies, and I earnestly ask for His mercy.