“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
― Edith Sitwell
― Edith Sitwell
I can see that the yellow pansies are still hanging on from my view in the bedroom.
The ornamental grasses are all wheat-colored now. But all have different plumes at the top that wave in the breeze.
I watch the cardinals as they flit across the patio from spot to spot, singing their song to one another.
Really, so much to see, even from one window.
It’s all in your perception of things.
Some would look out and see nothing worth seeing. Once upon a time I was that way too. I didn’t appreciate the little things. The things that make up a lifetime.
I pity the poor souls that look out and see nothing in this seemingly barren season. Because it’s all in the eye of the beholder. Every single thing your eyes take in.
Big things are what occur. The little day-to-day things are what connect the dots in a person’s life, keeping your days in infinite continuity like strands of a necklace.
This is my younger daughter and her husband. Baby boy Andrew and Boston Terrier Gizmo (that they’ve recently adopted.)
They have been married over 12 years now. They both share a deep love for animals, and have always chosen their pets from rescue organizations.
They have recently moved back here to Tulsa, to my delight. And it was my first time, last weekend, to meet little Andrew, who is eight months old now. Their first child. My third grandchild.
He is at the age when he smiles and continually pounds his cute little balled-up hands on things, which seems to give him endless delight.
At that age the simplest of things make him happy. Opening doors he can reach to see what is inside. A magical time when the world is a place for him to discover daily.
His smile lit up my world in so many ways. I bring it back up in my mind over and over again, so happy was I to get to meet my youngest grandson.
That day was one of life’s occurrences, marked by a very special event. One of those times that you earmark in the book of your life, and turn back to again and again in gratitude.
Thankful. Just so thankful.