Like Fine Lace

Photo: The old pecan tree in front of the cottage. 


 Ice has covered everything. 
Like fine lace, it is draped over the trees and plants. 
Larry and I are homebound today.
He with his work 
and 
me, with my books and needlework.
How timely is it that I have a miserable cold?
Tissues fill my pockets, while I sit,
reading and  sometimes looking out the window,
wishing that I were in bed under quilts.

I haven't had a cold in a long time....
it was just my time.

Love you beyond the moon.
Me

No comments: