sometimes when it seems things can't possibly get worse, they find a way to do just that.
and other times, when hope has meandered out the door without so much as a glance back over her shoulder, someone else saunters into the room... the one you were convinced you would sit in alone until everything had crumbled around you. a moment ago it was dark in here.... but there's a glow starting off to the side there..... and, would you look at that! you weren't alone at all. and it's not really so dark.... and hope was just stepping out to make tea. she returns with a shy smile, and hands you a steaming cuppa.
with a cookie for dunking. I hope it's gluten free, and sugar free, and still delicious. is that even possible?
the spring leaves cautiously unfurling from their branch tips touch the hillsides with tiny flecks of soft green, like stroke of a paintbrush lightly loaded and gently applied. It must be a wet-on-wet painting, though. What was, at dawn, a mere hint of green is, by the end of the day, spreading and deepening across the landscape. A hint becomes a certainty, becomes insistent that a change is taking place
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Hi G'fiddler,
Very sorry to hear of the gut wrenching forced move from your beloved B & B.
Such events are bound to trigger feelings of past memories when upheaval bedeviled the mind and soul.
Nothing missing in your descriptive writing though and an alert mind that has always made the most of the challenges set before you. Life can be a hard taskmaster can't it , but I know you can rise above this cruelest Covid fate to new horizons.
From across the cyber waves
Sail on G'fiddler against a bitter wind
Let go the sails of demons past
To new horizons within your grasp
Your always been a champion
Though times gone by
As blogs declined
When interest waned
Memories retained
So play that tune upon your harp
For when the winds warm on my face
I'll send it on
Knowing you've remained so strong
Best wishes
We’ll, hey old friend!
It’s months since I wrote that. Madly scraping and painting, pruning and weeding…. Preparing to sell the house.
Today the temperature was in the mid 30’s (Celsius) not unusual in your neck of the woods, but rare in northern Alberta, especially in June. Expected to hit 40 next week… so I’m lazing in a cool spot till the sun is lower before I tackle the yard work.
Your words have warmed me in a way that has nothing to do with solar gain; everything to do with the generosity of the soul who penned them. Happy winter to you.
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