the sign says it's 77 degrees,
and spanish moss drips from live oaks
as the young man hoists himself onto his truck bed
to play his guitar.
a pair of grebes chuckle together,
floating on still waters,
unaware of any dire emergencies,
any past sorrows or future woes.
they just paddle on,
This is about as much snow as Florida pine cones ever see.
Many of us don't even have a fireplace chimney for Santa. (But we still have milk and cookies!)
We do have beautiful birds though, visitors from more frigid climes...
... and the making of childhood ornaments goes on, even in places with more sand than snow.
This is baby Jesus in a manger made from a sea shell. I don't think he minds...
Like many of you, I've been overwhelmed by the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary. We decorated our Christmas tree yesterday (late this year, because we've all been sick with the flu.) As I hung ornaments from various stages of my daughter's childhood, my thoughts turned to the parents who will never see their precious child's beautiful face again in this lifetime. I thought about the brave young woman, just a few years older than my own daughter, who gave her life so her students could live. There is no greater love. I don't have any wise words or answers to offer. Like many of you, my family and I are engaged in our own struggles to overcome the daily obstacles that life throws our way. But today, we have each other. I can hug my husband. I can hug my daughter. And so I will. Because this moment is all we have.
When you arise in the morning think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love ...
I seem to have contracted a cold/flu virus that is extremely annoying. You know that "walking dead" feeling? My brain is especially fuzzy, which leads me to suspect that I may have been infected with a zombie plague. On the other hand, I don't remember being bitten by any zombies lately, so it's probably just a virus after all. In any case, I can't seem to focus on anything more than a warm cup of tea and mindless television. So forgive me if I become even worse at visiting your blogs than I have been already. I'll catch up with you soon, okay?
Oh, I just realized the title of this post says, "and other matters." There really aren't any (or perhaps there are too many to recount?) I just liked the way it sounded for a title :)