Sunday, January 23, 2022

Sunday, January 23rd, 2022. A mild but dreary looking day, - the clouds leave only the mountain ankles green and inviting, - the rest of the mountain across the valley is covered in mist. Well, it has been that way for some time, - days, - almost weeks.... Every once in a while the sun shines through and says "don't despair, - spring is coming...." and I wait patiently for blue skies and sunshine and the opportunity to wander a bit around the garden..... In the meantime - well, in the meantime I read, and weave and once in a while I dust and rearrange cupboards (but not often). I write this using paragraphs, but time has taught me that once I send it to be printed it will turn up in one long paragraph, - and I don't kow why this is so or what I can do about it! Computers are strange beings, with a mind of their own, and if you are going to continue blogging I guess you just have to accept that..... It is the lower half of Sunday morning, - I await my daughter, coming for coffee and a chat. After I will seek out the Anglican Church Service from Penticton. Luckily you can attend in either your jammies or anything else you wear around the house, comfortably...... It is nice to be able to go to church without getting all dressed up, but I do miss the after service coffee and chat (as I think I have said before). There is always the phone to keep in touch in these pandemic days. A most satisfying and enjoyable call from an old friend, yesterday, with lots of news and so much pleasure in hearing her familiar voice. And it is lovely to have family so close, .... another son lives just a block away, down the road, and the youngest eats there and sleeps here. Great arrangement and comforting to have him in the house at night and good for him go have a room to call his own. I don't think we had this in mind when we had so many children, but the outcome of so many small ones around when we were young is a great pleasure and comfort now I am old and my dearest has gone on to whatever awaits us when this life is over. That's a subject for conjecture......and secretive to those who experience it, because I have yet to hear of anyone coming back to tell what awaits, - that's where faith rears her lovely head, I guess...

7 comments:

Debby said...

I think that you've managed to raise a very loving family. This speaks volumes about your character.

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Ellen D. said...

My oldest son lives with me and I am always grateful for it especially like this morning when he cleared the snow off of our driveway!
Stay safe and warm!

Country Cottage said...

How lovely to have family close by. I too await spring and get impatient to be out in the garden again. I enjoy your posts.

Barb said...

I'm glad your family is so close, Hildred. Soon enough you'll have spring and the bulbs will be blooming. It snowed a bit here today. We are still behind on snowpack, so we welcome it. Stay well.

Hildred said...
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Hildred said...

Thank you, - so good to have online friends with whom to keep in touch.....