Last on the Card – Big Smile!

For the Last on the Card challenge…The rules are simple:
1. Post the last photo on your SD card or last photo on your phone for the 31st December.
2. No editing – who cares if it is out of focus, not framed as you would like or the subject matter didn’t cooperate.

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I found this quickly taken photo on my iPhone for bushboys world‘s Last on the Card challenge. It wasn’t taken on December 31st, but it’s the last photo for December 2021. I was sitting at the computer – far from my camera – but couldn’t resist this surprise pic of my favorite 7-month old granddaughter poking her head into the kitchen. She was always happy to see me during my visit at Christmas.

Happy New Year….

Thoughts…hopes…for 2022…

Poem by Charlotte Tall Mountain
Art by Melinda Matzell

I was searching through a box of notecards yesterday, looking for something suitable for writing thank you notes when I found this beautiful postcard wedged between 2 envelopes. I had bought it many years ago (probably while on vacation), tucked it away and forgot about it. Somehow it had made its way out of the postcard section and ended up with the notecards. Mmmm…Why was that?

The older I get, the less I believe in coincidences. These days I am always hoping there is a reason for why something is out of place or not quite right or not as it has always been. If there is a reason, there might be a solution. The curse of a fix-it mentality.

So, I took the brand new unsent postcard out of the box and read it. And read it again. And again. I found it to be a comfort…on January 1st…when everyone is saying Happy New Year.

Let’s make that happen.

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Four Colors or More

Fandango’s Flashback Friday: December 17th

Fandango’s Flashback Friday: December 17th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year. How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year?

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This post was published on December 17, 2020. One year later…there is no snow outside my window. It is actually warm for this time of year (54 degrees F)…a welcome change from the cold. Unfortunately, some things do remain the same from one year ago. The pandemic unexpectedly rages on as not enough people have chosen to get vaccinated. So scary, stressful and deadly. The political craziness in DC continues – less surprising, though still discouraging. I continue to be overwhelmed by the challenges and political craziness in my own little condo board world; which has turned into a full time job trying to get things done and calm frazzled nerves. It is important to remember that this too will pass…eventually. I have really missed my blogging friends, but hope to be back on track here sooner than later. Maybe it will take a snow day to get started.

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Snow Day

 

I sit here at my desk in the room where I write…surrounded by white. White walls. White windows. And outside the windows…white crystals and flakes swirl past…settling on window sills and our tiny porch. The line of evergreen trees. The path to my woods. 

Gone are the vibrant reds and warm yellows of autumn. The colorful peaks of nature’s splendor. My world’s palette is – once again – on its way toward a rustic simplicity of browns plus green.

Snowstorms trigger time travel…

Circa 1990s…lying in bed at 6am listening to WTSN – a local AM radio station…waiting for the long-time morning show host to drone through the alphabetic list of school closings. My kids were living at home then and had gone to bed praying for mountains of snow to fall overnight. As they got older, sometimes they heard the radio announcement before I did…MOM NO SCHOOL WOO HOO…drifted down the hall from their rooms to mine. The sweet sense of excitement and gift of a DAY OFF never failed to fill those days with a magic all their own. Why is that I wonder…how snow gave us permission to play. To not consider other alternatives. Admittedly we were able to switch gears fairly easily as I worked part-time with a flexible schedule. My husband, a teacher at a private school, never got snow days off when our kids were…well…kids.

I don’t recall all that many snow days when I was growing up. I’m not sure why, unless in the 60s we were expected to power through. Safety issues were not all that prevalent back then. Those were the days before mandatory seatbelts and bike helmets after all. In my memory, school was cancelled when the snow was Two Feet High. Whether that was actually true is not verifiable. 

My kids built snowmen and slid on plastic discs down windswept or snow-shovel-swept piles of snow. Over and over. They climbed snow drifts as high as the mailbox atop a pole by the street. And made snow angels in the front yard.

My younger brother and I built snow forts – making snow bricks by (mittened) hand, one by one, carefully stacking them onto short walls until finger numbness began to set in. We would spend most of the day in the front yard, coming inside for lunch, hanging our wet wool coats and snow pants to dry in the hallway, the steam rising while we ate. Filling the kitchen with that distinctive wet wool smell. My mother never took photographs of our snow day exploits – just shooed us out the door after breakfast and then again after lunch. So I rely on memory. After the fort came snowball production & stacking – followed by one sided snowball “fights” with passers by…mostly my sister or the boy next door. We all got along, my siblings and I, during those times outside. Just us. There was something about all that snow and a shared sense of fun and purpose. 

Maybe it’s why – when I saw children in this over 55 community the other day – I got a little choked up. Looking out the window I spotted 2 little kids down the path…trudging up a small hill of leftover snow and then repeatedly sliding down. An adult stood nearby. Grandchildren…with their grandpa. Just a guess, but I bet I was right. Lucky them.

The only time I can usually sleep past sunrise is during a snowstorm. Today was one of those days. The highway grows relatively silent as only a few of the bravest drivers hit the road that early. 

More snow than we’ve gotten in 2 years announced the very excited meteorologist this morning on our local TV station. Meteorologists LOVE snow storms. They stand outside in the middle of this once-in-a-2-year-blizzard, shivering and freezing with hoods pulled up…announcing the obvious: It Is Snowing. 

Every channel is about the snow. Interviews with “plow guy” (always a guy) abound. Reporters on street corners with coats wrapped tight shoving yardsticks into snowbanks, directing videographers toward the view behind them. Look it’s snowing! Look there’s a car off the road! Remember to drive slow!

The fascination with extreme weather – one more onslaught we can’t control – continued for hours.

But you know what? There was no mention of the latest ridiculous political maneuvering in Washington DC. No discussion of who lied to who. I don’t think anyone even mentioned the pandemic. And all the relentless pain and suffering. The increasing numbers of the sick and dying. Hospitals strained to capacity. All in this surreal world that doesn’t make sense anymore. All that explains why my husband and I have to spend Christmas alone for the first time in 45 years. 

Mother Nature mercifully took over today and gave at least some of us a brief respite…from all that is so much worse than a simple historic few feet of snow. 

It almost felt like a regular snow day. 

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photo a day challenge: Windows
photo a day challenge: Colors and letters – White
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Rustic Simplicity

Macro Monday: Looking Down

I will admit…I have a thing for red leaves in the fall. Look what I spotted on a recent walk in the woods…proving once again that it always pays to look down!

I am often reminded of how fun it was to “preserve” (with a hot iron) fallen leaves between 2 pieces of wax paper a zillion years ago. I wonder if anyone still does that.