Wrap me in the blanket
of your love. Keep me warm.
I’m so cold.
Wrap me in the blanket
On a cold day here in New England
The shoreline still calls out to us
Our trips here are usually never planned
We just know we must get out or sit at home and rust
JT is always ready for our trips to the shore
We never have to tell her that is where we are going
She sees him get the metal detector out and she goes right to the door
On this day she was sad no Frisbee with the way the winds were blowing
He swung his machine over the sand
He left a path of places he had dug and filled back in
Nothing ever seems to go as planned
With him though it usually ends with a grin
His collecting apron has many treasures within
Pull tabs, copper wire and piping and so many coins and rings
Want to know the reason for the grin
Well he is always happy when finding THINGS
So on a cold day with nasty raw winds gusting
JT and I walk into the wind defiant to let it ruin our day
I remind myself we could have been home rusting
So glad we went it was such a pretty day given the fact we stayed
and the world
with wool and sheets
of many threads
she snuggles tightly
escaping winter chills
beyond her window frame
she wishes she could
quell the snow flakes
that enshrine the green
blanketed like herself
the wind roars
between forks of trees
solitude a tranquil time
when winter hits her world
Trees have swollen buds
The hill to the right of our upper gate is where my Perennials sit under snow sending out roots to grow bigger and bigger
Where I will try to make a living fence of Roses and Raspberries. From the stonewall border of cemetery
along this whole hill with southern exposure.
Southeast corner of the yard, along the stream.
Covered in Snow and Ice
One of our male Cardinals through the Lilac and Forsythia
Another beautiful Blue Jay peeking at me too cold to spend the energy to fly away
With temps in the 50’s and 60’s this weekend I may have to go to Maine to detect and walk JT
My grandchildren were over recently, before our early Christmas celebration, before the hassle of the illnesses we’ve had, before the travel. It was a typical Friday, a cold day, and before I started giving my grandson his piano lesson my granddaughter said, “I’m going outside to play. OK?”
Five minutes later she was in again.
“Grandma, do you have some gloves I could wear? It’s colder out than I thought.”
I gave her a pair of my mittens. Turns out she had a “job to do,” and she picked up lots of twigs on the ground that a very strong wind had blown around.
“And I wanted to check Snuggles’ grave,” she said, “to make sure the sticks around it were still there.
On the day she and her brother came over to decorate our beloved cat’s grave, she had encircled the grave with sticks. Snuggles’ final resting place up on the hill is duly marked.
I got to thinking about those mittens after she came in, had her piano lesson, then after we took them home that evening. We so often say “walking or following in someone’s footsteps,” but in this case she mittened in my handprints. I love the fact that her little hands have warmed my mittens.
I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend! I know many of you will be gathering with family and friends – enjoy! :)