Two and a half years . . . .
it has been of settling in, nesting, in this new place that is becoming home, day by day, season by season. Turned the calendar this morning and the earth seemed to roll over from late summer into fall, just that quickly. The Grandmother mountains that encircle and embrace this valley seem solid and comforting as blustery winds bearing grey moisture laden clouds from the northwest seas scuttle over the ridges. The setting sun backlights their forms with muted pinks and bright yellows. Glorious!
The lawn chairs have blown over, perhaps suggesting that it's time to retire them to the shed. But, no, the colors are too enticing to view from inside the house and the touch of cool on my face is a welcome treat early mornings and last thing at night. I'll set the chairs upright and bring out a blanket with my morning coffee.
My rambling thoughts are making their way to paper through my ink pen that can't quite catch the whispers that are in the misty shadows just behind my thoughts. Something about change. Something about satisfaction. Something about all rightness.
Read a quote recently and chuckled:
relax --- nothing is under control
Caught up with a friend back on the prairie who shared a story about an interview with a woman who had just reached her 100th birthday. She was asked:
"What's the best thing about being 100?"
Without missing a beat, she replied:
"No more peer pressure!"
Such a lovely sense of humor, nostalgic irony, victory. All this I heard in her words and I imagine the twinkle in her eye. Salud, Grandmother! and AMEN!
it has been of settling in, nesting, in this new place that is becoming home, day by day, season by season. Turned the calendar this morning and the earth seemed to roll over from late summer into fall, just that quickly. The Grandmother mountains that encircle and embrace this valley seem solid and comforting as blustery winds bearing grey moisture laden clouds from the northwest seas scuttle over the ridges. The setting sun backlights their forms with muted pinks and bright yellows. Glorious!
The lawn chairs have blown over, perhaps suggesting that it's time to retire them to the shed. But, no, the colors are too enticing to view from inside the house and the touch of cool on my face is a welcome treat early mornings and last thing at night. I'll set the chairs upright and bring out a blanket with my morning coffee.
My rambling thoughts are making their way to paper through my ink pen that can't quite catch the whispers that are in the misty shadows just behind my thoughts. Something about change. Something about satisfaction. Something about all rightness.
Read a quote recently and chuckled:
relax --- nothing is under control
Caught up with a friend back on the prairie who shared a story about an interview with a woman who had just reached her 100th birthday. She was asked:
"What's the best thing about being 100?"
Without missing a beat, she replied:
"No more peer pressure!"
Such a lovely sense of humor, nostalgic irony, victory. All this I heard in her words and I imagine the twinkle in her eye. Salud, Grandmother! and AMEN!
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