Worms

One green thing left - the basil that Reve gave me for Christmas.

Another Reve gift for a birthday a while back - a tiny jam spoon.

I opened a big bag of worms! They're soft. They're chewy. They taste wonderful. Uh oh.

So many options . . . movies to watch, hats to knit, books to peruse . . .

Pencils to play with . . .

Books to REREAD. This one a joyful favorite!

Oh yeah. Papers to grade.

The last of the Christmas goodness. The tins that must be taken down to the basement. Bye bye, Christmas 2009!

Bill and I keep looking out the window like two sad little kids who can't go out to play.

I stepped out onto the hard cement this morning.

When I came back in, I looked at the map. Next week at this time Bill and Jeff will be in Cambodia for our friend Pyneath's wedding. See how far away it is?

Jeff captured this darling young man when he was in Cambodia some time ago. Now he looks at us from the wall in the living room. Beautiful.

Jeff's been shushing me while he reads Les Miserables. Yesterday he came home with the film. I wonder if we'll watch it today.

Jeff leaves books of poems around the house and I picked up one of them this morning. I found these truthful words:

"This is the age of science, of steel -- of speed and the cement road. The age of hard faces and hard highways. Science and steel demand the medium of prose. Speed requires only the look -- the gesture. What need then, for poetry?

Great need!

There are souls, in these noise-tired times, that turn aside into unfrequented lanes, where the deep woods have harbored the fragrances of many a blossoming season. Here the light, filtering through perfect forms, arranges itself in lovely patterns for those who perceive beauty."
~Roy J. Cook, Editor of One Hundred and One Famous Poems (copyright 1958 by Reilly & Lee)

Aren't you thankful for your eyes that can see beauty? I am also thankful for the way others see things - it gives me new vision for the every day stuff. I never tire of candlelight, books, pictures, things that grow in the earth, color, writing - what it looks like, how fun it is, and what it can DO, warmth, friendship, and on and on and on. Bless you today, warm soul. Time for a handful of worms.