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Christmas Eve 2003
Tucked away in the cottage with Willow and Nash, there
is snow on the ground, and the rain has been falling all day. I have been
busy making dog biscuits and will go down to Nancy with Nyssa’s tomorrow for
dinner around 1:30 PM. It has been a strange day of wet, fog, mild temps,
and very unlike Christmas. Some time spent in the rain to prevent water runoff entering
cellar. Successful to some degree, but water is still rising in basement.
My only saving grace will be for the rain to stop. I have my Willow and Nash,
my faithful companions. Who watched intently while I baked biscuits and
anticipated attention. Now they lay quietly as I write.
We did not
go for a long walk or a cross-country ski as wished, rain and darkness
prevailed, hopefully tomorrow. This year I am working Christmas. This of course is a good thing, but my heart
misses time with my dogs. I am gone all day.
If I did not know any
better I would think that spring were on its way. The mild temperature and
wet foggy weather leads to the belief spring is just around the corner.
This of course is not so as cold weather, and snow will eventually make an appearance.
I am spoiled by last year’s winter of all powder snow, and no rain. It
was an absolutely perfect winter last year. The powder snow was great for
skiing, time with my dog, bird watching, new car and the feeling of utter
contentment.
One year older, one year gone by and a new to begin,
so, the time streams by.
This
year Wendy and her family will come up, along with Ned. I hope all goes
well, and weather is perfect. Hopefully I will have the
cottage in order for when they arrive
Willow
and Nash continue to fill my heart with joy. When I look into Willow's eyes I
am transported, elevated, to a whole other realm. With Nash, I feel endearing
warmth. He is my Knight of Wands and Willow is the World. She is my world;
they are my world as I am theirs.
The Christmas cards have been sent to friends and puppy owners and some gifts
still need to wrapped, all in good time. Dribbles of rain drops from the
cottage rooftop fill my cellar. The wind is balmy and gentle; all is quiet and
wet outside, not a very winter like scene. Wait a minute, is that cold
weather on its way, and did you say three feet of snow? I think Christmas
is on its way.
2002
I remember that house!
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