Saturday, February 8, 2014

SNOW DAY IN THE HOOD

After five days of ice in December, I thought winter was over here in FW.  
I was mistaken---No ice this go around--only about 1/2 inch of snow--but bitter cold - freezing temperatures.  I cannot find what happened to my coats in all of this moving.  I finally located one long dress coat and a couple of jackets--but I seem to be without a warm jacket and the wind will cut right through you.  Thank goodness for layers!


I stuck close to home the day of the snow.  I am very careful---my little car would be like an ice skate on icy roads and if I slip and break a bone---I am up the creek!

I ventured out on Friday-but the snow was still covering most things--especially my car.  Fortunately since it was so cold when all this came down--no ice--it was like a fine powder.


Here at "The Cottage" all was warm---though I really--really miss my working fireplace I had for my entire life.  Standing over the vents which are all in the floor in an old house--is just not the same!  Can still hear that fire popping and sizzling in my head.


While Meredith was here, I had small group friends over to hear her story.  It was wonderful to share a meal and have good company in my home once again.


Over the back door which I always leave from hangs these.  A constant reminder of the grace I live under and the need to share as I leave the safety of these walls.

Meanwhile--there is a daily blizzard of emails from the hood---missing dog--found dog--furniture for sale--house or apartment for rent--returning heroes--bombard City Hall with a sidewalk request---  For a big city neighborhood--they are organized and united in community.  I am going to love sitting on my front porch--when the weather warms!

1 comment:

  1. Hey Lulu ... I'm yearning for some of those front porch evenings, too! Maybe we can meet half way??

    ;-}

    Warmest sabbath blessings as we make our way through this long winter ...

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