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“Heirlooms we don’t have in our family. But stories we’ve got.”

December 29, 2015

Home again, home again jiggity jig! I arrived home about 9:45 last night. The animals were thrilled. All three of them followed me around the house and two of them slept with me as usual. Fern nestled beside me and Gracie slept at the foot of the bed. Around three I heard a crash. Poor Gracie had fallen out of bed. She jumped back up and decided beside me was the best spot. She got the other pillow.

Colorado was freezing, down to 7˚ one night. Outside was only a bit better so I stayed inside. Here it is warmer and raining, but it started as snow because all the road and walks are slushy. North of us still has snow, the first snow of the winter.

Getting the flu was not on the planned itinerary and neither was giving it to just about everyone, my sister being the only holdout. I’m sorry I didn’t get up to my niece’s, but I did meet her husband and two kids. I also met my grandniece. She is definitely her own person even at 1 and 1/2. Being stuck inside was actually serendipitous as I got to spend so much time with my family. We sat around talking and enjoying each other’s company. That was what the whole trip was about.

All three pets are in here with me. Maddie is standing under the lamp while Fern and Gracie are asleep. Gracie is snoring.

Today I am doing nothing. The laundry will sit in the hall. The bed will be left unmade. I will be warm, dry and cozy. All’s right with the world.

 

 

“Christmas is the day that holds all time together.”

December 6, 2015

It is 51˚. The sun is winter bright. The privacy of summer is gone. The trees are so bare I can see the neighbors’ houses and they mine. A breeze chills rather than cools the air. Old Man Winter may not be here quite yet, but there are signs that he’s waiting impatiently in the wings.

When I was a kid, I always wanted a white Christmas because of Santa. I never saw him pictured flying over houses with green lawns. He always traveled in the snow. Reindeer too belonged in the snow. They lived way up north in the Arctic Circle, and any picture I had ever seen of the Arctic Circle always had snow. I remember Eskimos wearing jackets and thick mittens covered with fur when they harnessed their dogs to their sleds. Christmas needed snow.

We had a nativity set made of chalkware. It had all the necessary figures: kings, shepherds, animals including a donkey and a couple of sheep, Mary, Joseph and the Baby. The stable was wooden and had pieces of hay around as if real animals lived there. Over the years the chalkware chipped. Shepherds were missing noses and just about every other piece had a chip or two. It never mattered. Out came that nativity set every year. I remember the Baby had outstretched arms and was sleeping on what appeared to be swaddling clothes though I didn’t know what swaddling meant until I was a little older. My sister has that set now.

 I always think each new Christmas stays connected to all the other Christmases of our past. My mother made decorated sugar cookies and so do we. I even use some of the cookie cutters she had. If I make a pie, it will be lemon meringue, not usually a Christmas pie, but it was one we all loved so my mother made it. I put old ornaments on the tree and one of those old big ones way up high because that’s where my mother would hang it for safety’s sake.

Christmas is wrapped up in family. Traditions are passed down from one generation to another and along the way new traditions are added. They connect us across the years. In every Christmas I see my mother. That is one of the joys of the season.

“Each species is a masterpiece, a creation assembled with extreme care and genius.”

May 18, 2010

The morning is overcast and chilly. Rain is predicted for later and for the next two days. I planted flowers and herbs yesterday so the rain is welcome, but I do hope it holds off until later this afternoon as I have more to plant. My trunk and front seat were filled with herbs, flowers, tomatoes and clay pots when I left Agway yesterday. I know I need a few more annuals so one more trip ought to do it. I say one more trip despite knowing that once I grab my wagon and wander the aisles I have an overwhelming urge to buy more and more for the garden. I bought two anise herbs yesterday. I rubbed a leaf between my fingers, and the smell of anise was a delight. I even said wow out loud. Two people turned.

Either I was sleeping too deeply or the spawn of Satan did not dine on my furniture this morning. Rubbing the metal with garlic was suggested by Christer, but with the rain coming I’ll have to wait. My luck, however, is such that the evil one will love the added flavor and bring his friends to dine alfresco.

When I was a kid, I loved feeding squirrels. They’d come right up and take a peanut from my fingers. I was delighted. I remember trips to the Public Garden in Boston. At the Swan Pond, people sat by the side of the pond, threw pieces of bread in the water and fed the ducks. People on benches all around the garden were ringed by squirrels looking for handouts. I remember squirrels running across the walk in front of me and scampering up the trunks of trees. It was like being part of a zoo exhibit where all the animals are close enough to touch. It was the neatest place for a kid.

I don’t remember seeing too many animals in the wild where I was growing up. I remember a few skunks and running in the opposite direction just in case. Raccoons would amble by but they were infrequent visitors. Once in a while, driving in the car, we’d see a deer in a meadow along the side of the road. That was the best sighting of all.

Where I live now, I see many animals in the wild. Coyotes and foxes are common. Deer have run in front of my car just down the street. Wild turkeys are getting more and more common. Rabbits sit on my front lawn as they munch the flowers. The possum was here a whole summer. He was after my tomatoes. I think it a wonderful thing that despite the numbers of houses there is still room for all these animals to ignore us and go about their business.