It's been too long since my last entry and now so much has happened it's hard to begin.
You, my handful of readers, know that Anne of MyGiantStrawberry is my daughter. If you've been following her the past few weeks you've learned that she and her husband, two greyhounds, senior citizen Siamese, and 60 plus houseplants have made the overland trek from urban Cleveland Heights, Ohio to the organic heartland of the driftless region of Wisconsin... our own backyard. Since mid September when they decided to jump into the deep end of their dreams, Jerome and I have been lending what support we could, and to bring a bit of light when clouds threaten. It has been delightful to witness the transition of a CapeCod we found, from an empty shell to a home and studios uniquely their own. A very good fit.
Being Veteran's Day today my thoughts turn to my dad and Jerome's who each faced the devil on behalf of the world and by the grace of God returned. Thank you, Dad, Pater.
And a very happy birthday to our dear Stephanie. She brought spring back to my father-in-law after Mater passed on. Stephanie, you are always the sun on a rainy day. God bless you on your birthday and every day.
Finally, this morning we had our first measurable snow of the season.
Silly chickens refused to step out. Minerva, always the first to explode from the door, put on the brakes and clucked in disgust "What the heck is this???"
Now, at 3 in the afternoon, the clouds are beginning to break enough for shafts of sunlight to pour onto the snowy fields across our meadow. Temperature in the teens tonight and tomorrow night. Anne and Matthias and the greyhounds are on their way. Hot cocoa, internet access, romps in the snow, lemon chicken dinner and an episode or two on the DVD player. Cozy night ahead.
As Tiny Tim so aptly stated, "God bless us, every one."
