Monday, January 14, 2019

A hitherto undiscovered love note from someone I love...


THE STORY BEHIND THIS:   This is a page from a small book in which different writers have shared their various thoughts on roses. I have kept that book, among several others, at my bedside for many years. So many times in our life, my late husband Bob had seen me browsing through that book--no bigger than the size of an outstretched hand.
   One morning a few years ago, in the days before his death, I found him reading that book. He was a gardener who read many gardening books; and of course he loved my rose gardens. But I was surprised to see him reading this book; infused with poetry as it was, and not containing one garden stat or suggestion.
   "Have you read this again recently?" he asked me, and I admitted I hadn't. "Well, you should," he said with a smile as he tucked that book back into my small group of favorite contemplative books.
   Before that week was over, my Bob was gone and that book still lay where he had set it. Until now.

ON THIS VERY cold morning, January 14, 2019, I lingered under warm covers and reached for that book. It fell instantly open to a page that had been dog-eared... DOG-EARED!?!  Bob knew I never dog-eared my books!
   I knew this had been purposely done by my Bob so I would find it. It was what he'd been reading intently that morning during his illness, and so I read slowly, with purpose...
   I looked again at the penciled, one-line scrawl at the top of the page. Bob's writing was illegible to most, but oh so familiar to me... the little scrawled notes left for me to discover through our 57 years of marriage... small, impulsive notes, often only one line, sometimes written in humor and always written with love...
   If you can't read this dear scrawl, I'm printing it for you: "This is about you and me.--Bob"

THIS WAS NO headline. It was Bob's commentary. With that one handwritten line, he had made the whole printed page his own love letter for me to discover.


Sunday, January 13, 2019

DIAMONDS IN THE SNOW...



Have you ever shoveled snow in sunshine, 

in light snow showers and 12 degrees?
It's a bit on the magical side, 
tossing diamonds off the end of your shovel
as diamonds shower down around you.

Friday, January 11, 2019

SHADOWS OF SUNSHINE ON SNOW...



'TIS LOVELY TO SEE THE SHADOWS OF SUNSHINE ON SNOW, OUTSIDE MY WINDOWS TODAY...

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

WELCOME WINTER SNOW ...

AFTER WILD, NOISY WEATHER THE PAST FEW DAYS, 
ALL THAT HEAVY HAIL, RAIN, STRONG WINDS, SEVERE STORMS...
THE EARLY MORN ARRIVAL OF A JANUARY SNOWFALL WAS WELCOME TO ME.
I STEPPED OUTSIDE AND LET THE SNOWFLAKES FALL AROUND ME,
SO QUIET AND SO PEACEFUL...
THE ONLY OTHER SOUND THAT REACHED MY EARS WAS THE ODOT SNOW PLOW.
AND THAT WAS WELCOME TOO.





Saturday, December 22, 2018

NEW NAMES FOR THE FULL COLD MOON OF DECEMBER?...


 !f your weather allows on this night, you may have the privilege of viewing the full moon of December.

Our Native Americans, depending on their tribes, had many names for this moon... the Moon of the Long Night; the Big Winter Moon; the Moon that makes the Trees Crack; The Big Hard Face Moon... and more!

These and other Native American names for the full moon of December reflected their great and well-placed fear of the cold and hardships of the season, when their very survival was threatened.

We modern Americans live far more safely and comfortably than the early Native Americans (or even our early white settlers). We should give some thought to adopting our own names for the full moon of the month of December.

Perhaps: The Christmas Moon; the Moon of the Silent Nights; the Moon of the Outdoor Lights and the Indoor Trees; the Moon of the Bells and Carols; the Moon of the Fireside; the Moon of the New Year Waiting; the Moon of the Family Gatherings; the Moon that Lights the Fields...

Or, to be more practical: The Moon of the Sky-High Fuel Bills; the Moon of the Snow Tires and Chains; the Moon of the Shovels and Snow Blowers; the Moon of the Heavy Quilts; the Moon of the Boots, Coats, Scarves and Gloves; the Moon of the Salt Trucks and Slush...

(Well, YOU get the idea!)


Wednesday, December 19, 2018

WALKING OUT INTO A GOOD MORNING...

Spectacular morning sky peering down through creek-bred mists... 

Sunrise is a giant stained-glass golden bowl inverted overhead, reflecting its color onto heavily frosted roofs and grasses...

An icy 24 degrees... 

Magical and still and very cold... A good morning in the valley!