I just poured this hot mug of tea using the cup I once gave to my AngelMother.
On certain days like today, I find myself choosing to use it over all thee other cups.
Some days I still talk outloud to her and I wonder do we ever get over that?
In some ways I hope not.
Anyways I've sipped more than my share of hot vanilla tea the past couple days.
Don't know if it's helping? I feel better but it's like this head cold has slid down
to the hollow on the front part of my neck. I think our voiceboxes are in there somewhere.
So I keep sippin hot tea...
Only three more days and we get to take down the old calendars
and hang up a brand new year.
I've still not even bought one. Plenty of planner supplies but not
one little wall calendar.
Our mechanics shop gets so many car calendars free in the mail
but .... they just don't float this boat.
Guess I lean more toward flower gardens, and mountains.
Do any of you get all fired up to get a new calendar?
Do you feel hope and inspiration when you turn to a
I sure do.
Just think of the possibilities.
Because with God ALL things are possible.
This afternoon; I finished preparing a couple more
I sprayed the first few pages and
I'm anxious to fill it all in.
Sometimes the way the ink dries, you can see
things to sketch in them.
It's a little like seeing animals and characters in the clouds.
I sign off tonight with what I'll be carting with me along to bed.
Talk about happy mail with
more planning and dreaming to do.
May visions of colorful, vine-ripened heirloom tomatoes,
an apron full of sweet peas,
the sweet crunch of a cuke, and
an antique, aqua Ball jar just chock-full of pink peonies
dance in our heads.