365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Saturday, December 10, 2022
The Weather Outside Is Frightful
Day 58: "Winter storm warning" does not always mean that we're going to have snow. Sometimes it means it's going to rain buckets and blow trees down. So far (knock on wood), my power has stayed on, perhaps due to some recent work on our substation. In any event, it seemed like a good day to put up the Christmas tree, and settle in with a cup of hot eggnog, a good book, wool socks on my tootsies and a warm cat curled up on my lap. In the aura cast by the lights on the tree, an era long gone sheds a glow and warmth to the home scene; a page turns, and I am in Dickens' world or my grandmother's, when Christmas was a time for the closeness of family and the spirit of good will. My friends, spread so far across the globe, process one by one through my thoughts with their greetings and well-wishes. I pick up my needlework to keep from dozing off mid-chapter, and think of the women before me who did their intricate work by candlelight. Bluster though it may, the storm has set a mood of nostalgia for a time I never knew, a gift borne on its gusts, and ringing Christmas bells on my wind chimes.
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Christmas tree,
knit socks,
storm
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