snow, Mozart,yarn

*Writing at my desk early, I realize that light is filtering through the pink sheet I have pushpinned across the window. When I remove the sheet I see snow floating down diagonally from the sky. "How silently the wondrous gift is given."

*Mozart while writing.

*My yarn order has come in. Anticipation waiting through the weekend for the store to open.

quietly, old, blogging

*I get satisfaction from quietly doing things, with no fanfare. However, when a grown up son notices what I have done a lovely calmness and gratitude envelopes me.

*I worried about getting old with no one to know of my decrepitude. A son reassures me that he will always be there for me.

*Accepting that someone wants to begin a "rant" blog but that forum is not me, not what I want.

kiss, wind, chickens

*A man and a woman on bikes pause at a stop sign ("Wow! They are stopping for the sign" I muse.)They precariously lean towards one another and kiss. Then the woman rides off forward while the man turns left.

*A black bag caught in a treetop dances in the wind.

*On the walk to the yarn in the carriage house I pass 6 healthy chickens in a pen, their feathers glossy in the sunshine.