ed's dreaming of a white halloween...
or so he sang, according to his wife, yesterday. when it SNOWED.
we are talking the kind of flakage movie scenes are made of. the kind where the flakes stick to your hair as if they were spray painted corn flakes (i heard one time that they used that for snow in a movie) instead of chilled-to-perfection percipitation.
it reminded me anne of green gables (of course)-when Marilla, during a snowfall, tells Davy-boy that the old woman in the sky is shaking out her feather bed. well, that dear old lady was at it again yesterday.
if you know me, you know cold weather and i are not exactly “simpatico”. but snow is an entirely different story. i know i know. my love for snow has yet to be put to the east coast test and all of my snow experiences have been novelties. but when those blessed, sparkly flakes begin to fall, my body forgets its’ distaste for the cold and my heart aches to be a part of the beauty.
when i watch it, i am enchanted; but when i stand in it, and look up to see those crystal feathers twirl and swirl towards me, i am transformed.
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| snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes i am a child again, and all of the snowflakes are my friends and we play together in the quiet magic of a snowfall. one of my favorite poems is stopping by woods on a snowy evening. |
Of easy wind and downy flake
i love the sound of easy wind and downy flake and i could truly enjoy the blessing of this early snow without the fear of irreversible cold weather and the long, dark winter looming before my eyes, because i am going home in 2 days. in 2 sweet days i will be under my sweet texas sky again, with the star closest to earth warming me from the inside out. texas will wrap its’ arms around me in all of her 80 degrees glory, and home will pull me to her heart that i might feel the safety of her shelter once again. praise the Lord for this sweet gift.
the weekend was blessed. on friday eve a cold front came to town. now, as previously and probably futurely mentioned, i don’t love cold. but i do enjoy cold fronts. bubba calls them passionate. i call them romantic. i think we mean the same thing.
there is electricity in the air when the wind begins a dramatic sweep to and fro betwixt the trees and the temperatures take their first serious plunge of the aging year. the fallen leaves are stirred from their slumber and begin to whisper as they scurry across the sidewalk and take flight again.
the night wakes up to witness the dramatic scene and the earth breathes in the freshness of the new air.
and friday, the Feast of St. Simon and St. Jude, i awoke with that twinkly Feast day joy to a really cold (winter in texas) day. as i stepped out my door clad in cold weather accessories, i was greeted by a very enthusiastic sun and a gift of hope from the Lord in the form of a little rainbow dancing on my doorstep.
there he was, just for me; happily reminding me of the Lord’s faithfulness in all things as the rainbows cannot help but do.
the day sally forthed (a horrible horrible comic by the way) into another fruitless interview (as in it resulted in a job that i got but didn’t want), the truest consolation of life in Mass, a fall frolic with china
a trip to trader joes (i’m obsessed). why? because they use words like "gerbalicious"...not to mention the free samples never fail to be delicious(ly free).
i had another interview that was fruitful, and i closed the day sharing a kitchen with bubba as he cooked a delicious pork tenderloin meal, and i baked a fall treat of true treat proportions. a Feast day indeed.
Saturday brought the cloudy skies with the soon to be fulfilled hope of snow flakes, and our first party to go with it. a “Pumpkin and Poetry” party.
and if you couldn’t guess from the name, it was a girls only party. we had so many lovely souls, fall treats, beautiful poems and stories to share, and the backdrop of a winter wonderland just to add some irony to our “autumn” jamboree.
it was lovely and wonderfully executed, thanks to the many talents of China (the sister, not the country). the night ended with some dudes crashing, fully equipped with the scotch that, strangely enough, no girl thought to bring.
we played games and laughed and were thankful for people who don’t hold back in charades. our next party will be St. Nicholas. and you bet your bottom dollar there will be dancing. stay-tuned...
it is now Resurrection Day. my favorite of all days. i love the Church being filled to the brim with the Body of Christ. I love the sunshine giving it all he’s got to warm up the earth. i love our little nook where the lighting is perfect and there are stripes of sun and shade on the chairs.
i love bubba being so enthusiastic about the scrambled eggs he just made. he was proud of those badboys. for good reason.
it is all so good.
i have work tonight, hopes of seeing sophia and li tomorrow, a dress-up shift tomorrow night for halloween which i am pretty pumped about, and then it’s home again home again jiggity jig. i can’t wait to be with my family, my sweet Mimi, my home, my street. i keep singing that puff daddy song to myself--the only part i really like is the part i sing--”i’m coming home, i’m coming home, tell the world that i’m coming home...” cheesy? probably. but it gives some words and a melody to my gladness for going home.
i will close this post with the sweet announcement lianna finally gave me the go ahead to shout from the mountain top. I HAVE A NEW LITTLE BEAR ON THE WAY.
lianna is with-child and we are overjoyed. i cannot get enough of realizing that there is a little heart beating inside of lianna’s body. a little immortal soul completely known, and infinitely Loved by the Creator being knit together in my sweet sister's womb. there is nothing better on earth outside of the Sacraments, in my humble opinion, than a new life and soul being nurtured and loved before it is even born. i cannot wait to meet him (i am convinced he is a boy). please pray for Lianna to have a blessed and healthy rest of her pregnancy (she is 15 weeks along) and for a healthy little human and a big sister that is so happy to welcome him when he arrives.
our little sugar bear is going to be a beautiful big sister.
happy almost Feast of All Saints!! only 2 days!
i love the sound of easy wind and downy flake and i could truly enjoy the blessing of this early snow without the fear of irreversible cold weather and the long, dark winter looming before my eyes, because i am going home in 2 days. in 2 sweet days i will be under my sweet texas sky again, with the star closest to earth warming me from the inside out. texas will wrap its’ arms around me in all of her 80 degrees glory, and home will pull me to her heart that i might feel the safety of her shelter once again. praise the Lord for this sweet gift.
the weekend was blessed. on friday eve a cold front came to town. now, as previously and probably futurely mentioned, i don’t love cold. but i do enjoy cold fronts. bubba calls them passionate. i call them romantic. i think we mean the same thing.
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| cold front night |
the night wakes up to witness the dramatic scene and the earth breathes in the freshness of the new air.
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| everything is in motion and can't you see the cold frontish sky |
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| the Blessed Mother welcomes the cold front with a warm smile |
and friday, the Feast of St. Simon and St. Jude, i awoke with that twinkly Feast day joy to a really cold (winter in texas) day. as i stepped out my door clad in cold weather accessories, i was greeted by a very enthusiastic sun and a gift of hope from the Lord in the form of a little rainbow dancing on my doorstep.
there he was, just for me; happily reminding me of the Lord’s faithfulness in all things as the rainbows cannot help but do.
the day sally forthed (a horrible horrible comic by the way) into another fruitless interview (as in it resulted in a job that i got but didn’t want), the truest consolation of life in Mass, a fall frolic with china
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| a regular tree hugging hippie |
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| we are into the fall |
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| we got friendly with the foliage |
a trip to trader joes (i’m obsessed). why? because they use words like "gerbalicious"...not to mention the free samples never fail to be delicious(ly free).
i had another interview that was fruitful, and i closed the day sharing a kitchen with bubba as he cooked a delicious pork tenderloin meal, and i baked a fall treat of true treat proportions. a Feast day indeed.
Saturday brought the cloudy skies with the soon to be fulfilled hope of snow flakes, and our first party to go with it. a “Pumpkin and Poetry” party.
and if you couldn’t guess from the name, it was a girls only party. we had so many lovely souls, fall treats, beautiful poems and stories to share, and the backdrop of a winter wonderland just to add some irony to our “autumn” jamboree.
it was lovely and wonderfully executed, thanks to the many talents of China (the sister, not the country). the night ended with some dudes crashing, fully equipped with the scotch that, strangely enough, no girl thought to bring.
we played games and laughed and were thankful for people who don’t hold back in charades. our next party will be St. Nicholas. and you bet your bottom dollar there will be dancing. stay-tuned...
it is now Resurrection Day. my favorite of all days. i love the Church being filled to the brim with the Body of Christ. I love the sunshine giving it all he’s got to warm up the earth. i love our little nook where the lighting is perfect and there are stripes of sun and shade on the chairs.
i love bubba being so enthusiastic about the scrambled eggs he just made. he was proud of those badboys. for good reason.
it is all so good.
i have work tonight, hopes of seeing sophia and li tomorrow, a dress-up shift tomorrow night for halloween which i am pretty pumped about, and then it’s home again home again jiggity jig. i can’t wait to be with my family, my sweet Mimi, my home, my street. i keep singing that puff daddy song to myself--the only part i really like is the part i sing--”i’m coming home, i’m coming home, tell the world that i’m coming home...” cheesy? probably. but it gives some words and a melody to my gladness for going home.
i will close this post with the sweet announcement lianna finally gave me the go ahead to shout from the mountain top. I HAVE A NEW LITTLE BEAR ON THE WAY.
lianna is with-child and we are overjoyed. i cannot get enough of realizing that there is a little heart beating inside of lianna’s body. a little immortal soul completely known, and infinitely Loved by the Creator being knit together in my sweet sister's womb. there is nothing better on earth outside of the Sacraments, in my humble opinion, than a new life and soul being nurtured and loved before it is even born. i cannot wait to meet him (i am convinced he is a boy). please pray for Lianna to have a blessed and healthy rest of her pregnancy (she is 15 weeks along) and for a healthy little human and a big sister that is so happy to welcome him when he arrives.
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| Lianna had sophia answer the door with this shirt on to tell us she was pregnant and it took me a good 5 seconds to realize what it meant and then i screamed with joy and we celebrated the Feast of the Assumption (that was the day they told us) toasting to the new life inside Li that Our Lady loves dearly |
our little sugar bear is going to be a beautiful big sister.
happy almost Feast of All Saints!! only 2 days!
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| have a happy hope-filled week |
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