WHOA NELLIE

Whoa The old gray mare ain’t what she used to me.  Time to rest a bit.


Yes we have had several days of fog.  Miserable stuff.

And yet there is an artistic beauty in  the bare branches reaching for the sky.  I find winter a season of waiting.  Waiting for the sun to wake me up and get busy on its journey across the sky.
Waiting for the windy stormy days to pass and also the days of heavy rain that seem to soak through no matter what we wear.

It is a time of waiting for the long days of darkness to pass.  A time of contemplation and solitude broken by family celebrations. The ground is frozen hard and cold and yet there is the promise of new life waiting for us.

Winter silence teaches us to listen in the stillness.  Barren trees allow the light to shine through.  Frosty mornings and cold winter nights are  a challenge physically and spiritually.  Children laughing and playing in the snow remind us of our own happy days of childhood.  Our neighbors come over when it snows to shovel our driveway and we feel so blessed.

Waiting for good health and energy to return after fighting a nose that runs continually  (dad) and a cough that keeps returning  (me)reminds me to be patient with my body.    Sometimes plans we make do not work out like  yesterday I was not feeling up to going to Carols and Pantelis  with dad and he came home early with an upset tummie.

 

Wishing I could be more helpful. . . .

 

Hoping I never lose a sense of wonder. . . .

Thankful for the help and support of family so busy with their activities~

Thankful we do not have to face the cruel harsh realities of prairie winters!  What we do have to face is that we are in the winter season of our lives and accept changes as challenges that will bring a new different growth.


Yes  there is still beauty in the artistic barrenness of the trees reaching for the skies on a foggy day.
There is beauty in this flower that has kept on blooming.
There is beauty in our love for each other.