Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Thee was looking out of the wrong window, Dear.

Christmas is over and our company has headed home. It was wonderful to see our soldier-daughter and her soldier-husband for the holidays, our first visit with her since her return from Afghanistan.




Likewise, it was good to see our youngest son, my two sisters, assorted nieces and nephew, and some old family friends.




But today, there is nothing to bake, nothing to wrap, and no mailing deadlines to meet.




Here in upstate New York, the day is sunny and clear but the wind doth howl and the temperature is hovering around 20 degrees Fahrenheit. The bird feeders are busy and the dogs don't want to stay out long.

One might succumb to post-holiday blues or cabin fever on a day like this, or one can sit in peace and enjoy the quiet aftermath of the busy holiday. It all depends which window one chooses to look out of.


Here, I re-gift to you a good present. Over at A Way to Garden , Margaret Roach has a link to a wonderful video of the late Ruth Stout. Whether you garden or not, this dear lady has some wonderful advice about gardening (naked) and living a free-thinking life. The three linked videos conclude with the quote I have used to title this post. I recommend watching these (especially parts two and three) when you have a quiet moment to spare. You may just start the New Year with a fresh way of looking at life.

Keep warm and safe travels...

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Home for Christmas

Our soldier daughter came home for Christmas last night. This will be the first time since 2006 that we will celebrate the holidays with her. This time, she brought along her new handsome soldier husband. I thank his family for so graciously sharing him with us this Christmas.

When our two soldiers arrived last night, it was the first time we'd seen our daughter since she deployed to Afghanistan. (I want credit for not crying. I came close.)

As you gather with friends and family this year, please think of those military families who may not be together for the holidays. My daughter says that the USO does a great job helping soldiers both here and in far-flung regions enjoy a holiday meal and some good cheer. Won't you consider supporting them?

Peace on Earth and Merry Christmas to all.



Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Yessss! A snow day!

Yippee! No school today. Mother Nature granted my wish for a quiet day at home.
No doubt I should be addressing Christmas cards and vacuuming neglected corners instead of blogging, but what the hay.
Our chief dog, Daisy, and her deputy backup, Shea, were excited to watch the birds swoop in and out of our yard as they (the birds) visited our feeders at the height of the storm.

The HH* said I should be sure to publish these photos to prove that Shea does not always cringe, as she did in this October post.

I like this photo because Shea's wagging tail is just a blur.

Thanks to my sister, MEC, and to young friend Matt for encouraging comments regarding my photos. Maybe if I offer to make Matt dinner one night he'll give me another lesson in how to use my camera more effectively...
The best perk of having today off was a good long phone visit with our daughter Molly, now in Tennessee. It's so good to have her back on this continent after months of her deployment in Afghanistan. Can't wait to have her home for Christmas.
Keep warm and safe today, dear ones.

*HH =Handsome Husband

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Hoping for a snow day

We had some snow last Saturday and awoke Sunday to some very beautiful scenery.
Below, I just caught the moon as it was setting behind the trees in our little woods.
I was pleased with my photo until I opened Margaret Roach's A Way to Garden blog and saw her photo, below, of the same morning, about 50 miles southeast of us. (How is it that even the tops of her trees look neater than mine?)
But it was indeed a beautiful Sunday morning, inspiring at least two of us to pause and savor it.
Standing on my back deck in the clear cold air, the line from Cat Stevens' Morning has Broken, about God's re-creation of the new day, came to mind.
Tonight, a new storm is predicted to move in. I wouldn't mind a snow day tomorrow...