I love winter. I especially love it when somebody else does the major part of the snow shovelling. I like the soft, fluffy snow that I can sweep. I like the part of being housebound for a day or two and making and eating soup, reading and having a good Scotch at 4 pm. Cozy, comforting, calming and healing.
It’s summer now. So much has happened and what I mostly want you to know and celebrate with me is that I am alive and well and may even be able to tell a bit about it!
Fifty years is a LONG time. Clo, my life partner of 16 years just turned 50. That is a half century. In Sept., I turn 71. That is almost three quarters of a century. Dear goddess and all the angels, how did we get so many years under our belt??? And on our waist-lines and etched on to our faces. I hope it is wisdom I see in Clo’s eyes and I feel in mine, and not disappointment.
I honestly thought it would be a piece of cake, a walk in the park, literally. I saw myself walking, hiking, exploring, visiting and learning. Like taking bird watching classes and going on trips with Elder Hostel.
Every time! Every time I am surprised: the first fat, proud, noisy robin; the first warm sunny day with a blueberry sky and no clouds; a strong, still cold, damp breeze; and the colors. What magnificent colors: blue, yellow, pink, lilac, to say nothing of green becoming green again. Every single time, Nature does an astounding job and my heart leaps with joy. I smile, laugh out loud, and want to celebrate. SPRING!