Some time away...

I don't think I will be blogging for alittle while; I just don't have much to say. I also don't think it will really matter because I don't get more than one or two replies, which messes up my original idea of having a converation of sorts. You may be reading and not replying, and that's okay too if you want it to be that way.
I'm tired; tired of everything, from all the hate in the world to my own little world-plum tired.
I'll be back at some point Dear Reader(s).

In the still of the night.

A beautiful Quote...

"Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful."
Author: The Rev. Norman Vincent Peale (1898-1993)

Happy Birthday Antoinette!

A few winter quotes...

"Backward, turn backward, O Time in your flight; Make me a child again for for tonight." Author: Elizabeth Akers Allen

"The cold wind burns my face, and blows its frosty pepper up my nose." Author: Robt. Louis Stevenson

"The days are short, the weather's cold, by tavern fires tales are told."
Author: New England Almanac, Dec. 1704

Christmas is...

"Christmas is more than just a day...
It's the feeling of hope in our lives. It's the promise of peace in our world. It's the bessing of love in our hearts."
Author: unknown

What a child can imagine...

"I wish you all a Merry Christmas!
I wish us all a world as kind as a child can imagine it!"
Author: Dorothy Thompson (1937)

Isn't he handsome?

I have a fixation with the moon. Every night I either look outside a window or step outside (with a jacket on) to see the real moon. As you may have noticed, I even have the phases of the moon as a sidebar on this blog. I cannot describe why or how I became interested in it; all I can say is that I just did. The moon is interesting in its ever-changing shape and color. It also seems like a friendly soul, if you choose to give it a personality of sorts. I like the fact that it/he/she watches over us at night, and gives us light as well. I absolutely adore moonlight in my room at night; it makes me feel soothed.

Countless people walk from their car to wherever it is they are going, and seldom give the moon a first glance, let alone a second glance. Me, I could stare at it until my neck begins to hurt. I love the moon.

The little bell...

The sound of a Christmas bell resonates beautifully in my ears. I can hear it on our Christmas tree, also when the front door opens. However, the simple photo above does all the justice it should. It's simple, and ever so pretty. I think most times, the most simple things in life are the prettiest.

A couple of nights ago, I watched "It's a Wonderful Life" with Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed (along with a cast of other great actors). At the very end of the movie when a bell twinkled on their Christmas tree, the youngest girl told her Father, that's when an angel gets their wings. So, Clarence the angel had received his wings.
It's such a good movie, filled with reality and Hope for the future.

Remember these?

When I saw this box, a flood of memories came rushing back to me. Were they my Mother's? They looked just like some of her old ornaments. They also looked like some of the ornaments on my Grandmothers' Christmas trees when I was a kid.

Every year, with wild excitement we would bring the ornaments down from the attic. We waited in longing anticipation for the boxes to descend to the living room rug. The ornaments themselves, were securely wrapped and stored well. However, when it came time to take the boxed ornaments out, the actual boxes seemed old, almost broken down, with the cellophane wrap on top half torn. Looking back now, I think it was the hands of time, as well as hand me downs. However, that didn't stop us. We decorated, practically dancing around the tree, trying to find just the right branch for each ornament. If I had it my way, I would have decorated the tree by myself, because I wanted to put on as many ornaments as I possibly could.

Another big thrill was that my Father and I had a tradition of going out to find our Christmas tree. I use to wait anxiously for him to have his morning coffee, and then off we would go, usually to the same garden center as the year before. He liked the owners and the trees they sold. When the tree was decorated and relatives were complimenting how pretty it looked, in part it was because my Father and I started by selecting the tree first; the rest came later.

Even though I am uncertain as to where those ornaments are today, I still love what they mean to me. They were shiny and unique in shapes and sizes. They instantly remind me of my childhood Christmas trees of years gone by. Add those ornaments to a tree with big bulb multi-color lights and tinsel, and well, you get the idea. Merry Christmas to my childhood Christmas trees, and yours too!

It's here, and it's beautiful!

Can't follow those poetic words from Longfellow, so I'll just let it be.
Thanks for stopping by.

I see it and I feel it!!!

Andy

Even Andy the dog, who lives in Nonquitt, is ready and waiting for the snow to come!
P.S. Andy belongs to Hubby's Godmother.

Wishing for snow

Okay, that does it; I just heard the report of rain for Monday and Tuesday. Why doesn't Mother Nature wave her magic umbrella, and turn it into majestic white snow. The kind that even makes people who don't like snow, acknowledge its beauty. A girl can dream can't she? I feel another dose of poetry is needed.
"Let snowflakes dance in fields of gray,
Let winter stars come out to play and light the skies above...
Let firelight kindle hearts within,
Let toasts and songs and dreams begin.
Let the world be wrapped in love."
Author: unknown

I need more winter poetry

Although we have not had any snow, my vote has been cast. In order to help myself get through these rainy December days, I've been reading some winter poetry and literature. If you've never read "A Child's Christmas in Whales" by Dylan Thomas, read it or see the play. It is fantastic, and puts the holly in your holiday.

Life doesn't get much better, than having my socks warmed by the fire with Leo my cat sitting by my side. I can read, write out Christmas cards and/or sing to the Christmasy music we play, and good 'ole Leo stays by me through it all. I love him. When I see him sit by the fire, I think of the quote by Robert Louis Stevenson, "Close by the jolly fire I sit. To warm my frozen bones a bit."

I need some poetry

I knew by the smoke, that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near,
And I said, 'If there's peace to be found in the world,
A heart that was humble might hope for it here!"
Author: Thomas Moore

Home...

Whenever I look at this simple picture, I don't think; I feel. There is a strong desire in me for the warmth of feeling cozy. It makes me feel all is right within my little world. Home is comfort to me on a very deep level.

If only...

If only the rain we had yesterday was snow, our homes and the outdoors would look as pretty as this!

The fun and simple joys of Christmas

It's Christmas in December. Try to get caught up in the magic of the season and not the commercialization of it. I've noticed that if you smile at people, they most times will smile back at you. It's fun! In order not to stress out, Hubby and I have been doing one thing per night, whether it is decorating, or lights on the tree or wrapping gifts for loved ones far away. Then we go back to our regular evening routine. This aides us in not getting that rush-rush feeling. It will all get done, just try and not let it be at a price to your health. High levels of stress is unhealthy.

Enjoy the rest of Christmas in December, and remember to smile. It feels good!

Give to all...

Please feed the birds,if you are able to, where you live. The tiny sparrows, and the bright red cardinals and the morning doves will all appreciate your generosity. And it is very relaxing to watch them from your window enjoy what you just gave to them.

Give Peace a Chance

October 9, 1940 - December 8, 1980

Once upon a time...

"Once upon a time in a world long forgotten, there were no bionic men dolls, no robots with ray guns, no barbies, no burpies, no flashlights or blenders, no machines that played back the voice of the sender.

Christmas tree candles couldn't all blink sequentially, battery powered buglers couldn't oompah perpetually. Stockings were smaller, their stuffings were simple, a hand knitted scarf, a hand whittled whistle.

Why did people still cherish the holiday season? We're not really certain, but we think that the reason that there was still laughter without all these toys, is that there was still love, and it's love that brings joy."

May you have a joyful holiday season.
Author unknown

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