Snow on the mountain,
Chill in the air.
Looking for Spring.
She ain't anywhere!
I've been hiding behind my poetry since winter keeps me in. She wraps her icy fingers around me. I don't want to go outside or very far from the fire that warms me.
There are many things I could do or should do but I sit and crochet. I think that is my winter sport. I deliver my sister's mail and quickly come inside again.
For those who have really suffered through horrendous winters this year and still are, I am sorry. I'm a wimp when it comes to cold.
We remain a personal care facility. Maria still cannot walk but will have her screws removed from her infected foot next week. We just go from there. I know she is as anxious to continue her life as we are for her to heal. Sadly, the man who caused the accident had no insurance so there is nothing to be done for her lost wages, car, and health. She will have to start over again. We all know that is difficult. This has been a personal, medical and financial strain for all of us. May she heal quickly.
Snow again although the weather man said no. Not too deep but enough inches to be bothersome, I know it will melt but my patience is wearing thin. Again to those who have REAL snow, I apologize.
I have noticed a migration to Word Press. Is there something I need to know? Where is the best place to blog and should I pay for it? I'm in the dark here, please share.
I wish you warmth, good health, joy and a blessed Sunday.