Covid in the Rearview mirror

The names roll into my head long before the road sign shows what town is next. The new shingles here or the added grain bins there stand out in my mind. I’ve been on this same trip literally dozens of times. But not since the pandemic and that in itself is what makes it feel a bit like a foreign world.

Weathered by the weather

I had no plans to do the latest #Sundaystills prompt about weather. But I’ve spent the last 10 days being weathered and it gave me a concept.

Make Monday Meaningful

Something I read yesterday stuck with me and early early this am I created my own version. Then I coloured it and organized the side of the fridge around it. It takes me to “my happy”.

It’s like that song…

It’s like the Lamb Chops song — the one that goes on and on. You know – this one! Did you go listen? It’s an ear worm for sure but kind of cute!

The storm rages on

The storm rages on and gathers momentum. It plummets the land and obscures vision. Suddenly it dies down and the people wait, with bated breath, and wonder if it’s over or if this is the eye of the storm. In a flash the intensity returns and multiples. The people hunker down and hope for the best.

Quiet Time

There’s a far too brief period in the afternoon, in the households of those with toddlers and preschoolers, where quiet time exists. Where parents (or grandparents because we need it even more!) enforce a block of time in the bedroom. A chance for everyone to catch their breath, so to speak, for the next round. It’s not a written parenting law but it’s a good plan. It provides a brief respite for parents and helps the child learn to amuse themselves.

Finding it

The wind bites my skin, one more reason to have a dislike button permanently installed against wind as a weather element. The latest in a list of reasons why it’s on my go away list, kind of like the pandemic but I digress…

Mindfully

The wind flashes over the golden leaves and wafts the smell of supper under my nose. The endless flyby of migrating geese fill the ears with the sound of loved ones keeping in touch. The sun has lost its warmth as evening creeps closer but for now the golden hour holds sway. The harvest sounds have faded around the valley and everywhere there are naked fields. The cows are moving on out to find their favourite morsels to munch on before bedding down for the night. I sit on a hard cold stone step; one built with skill, persistance and love.

Isolation insulation

I spend the sunset moments in gratitude, ever mindful of my rural isolation and my blessings. The fiery sky was ablaze and far more interesting than anything on the TV behind me. It reminds me to count my blessings. And yet….

Rocked Me

The words rocked my world as they settled into my brain. I listened, almost in disbelief.