Monday, January 7, 2019

The pink tulip blossoms are visible down the street.  Reddish leaved tress live in the pine forest. And the yellow leafed trees.  Somehow this year these deciduous trees did not shed their leaves. Fruit tree blossoms will come in a few weeks.  Our winter is short.

I write with my friend on Saturday.  We sit inside the Crossroads coffee house to escape the rain and cold.  She writes a reflection for facebook every Wednesday, I am doing a daily piece. We admit that we frequently check for facebook likes and comments.  I know it is shallow.  I should be above the fray but I am not.

Early morning, I turn the thermostat nob in the hallway and wait to hear the heater start up in the basement. Old faithful heater.  Warm air starts blowing out of the vents in the various rooms of the house. I sigh, it is still working.  Last night the lights flickered as the wind roared through the trees. The lights are on this morning and I am sitting in my chair reading yesterday’s newspaper