Pitter-Patter

Falling rain with a soft patter as I fell asleep

magically turned to falling snow and frozen

silence today.  My artist’s eye invited me to

take photos of snow-covered branches as

we drove north for car repairs.  The branches

look so delicate and clean with a hint of snow.

Such a delight to relish this silence and beauty.

The four seasons where we live never cease

to amaze.  Others rave about the wonders of

warmer climates. Never a fan of humidity, I

will tolerate the Colorado sun or the deserts

in the Southwest where many days have

air temperatures above 100° but with low

humidity.  We are content with where we are. 

The winter months have several family birthdays

so, we quietly are at the ready.  Tradition

of long-distance phone calls replete with

lovely renditions of Happy Birthday complete

the celebration.  Nothing matches family

sharing in the joy of the occasion.  Our

smallest family addition is oblivious to

it all.  Isabella’s wants are few:  mother’s milk,

clean diaper and wrapped up for a round

in the swing or a nap in her bassinet.  Love.

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