Thoughts on a Snowy Afternoon

Snow swirling feather dusting rock outcroppings  and the deck  outside my view to the Atlantic. Dusky outside Christmas tree sparkles inside. Couldn’t bear to put it up this year. so Chad did. Now, I can’t  bear to take it down. Merry.

Couldn’t reach the top couldn’t find the usual angel so did the best I could. Practicing that a lot. “Doing the best I can.”

Stretching as high as possible and safe from the stool, usually reserved for the youngest GRANDS, I reached to hang a strange and wondrous ornament as close to the top as possible. It reads,“BIG SHOES TO FILL.’ The  ornament given to us by the trustees at our last Christmas together in 2010.

Well,  BIG  SHOES, headed to heaven so it’s appropriate Jud’s  our angel this year. How’d we do, Jud? You’ve got the vista! Perspective.

Do we ever really know the size until we’re forced to  wear them? to walk while slipping around  a misfit hunting fillers, meaningless struggling for footing? Impossible! winter’s slippery  enough.

Tea kettle’s whistling warnings time for tea with a ginger snap  or two maybe six. gotta fill those shoes with something better still  some ONE. “Bread of heaven, feed me ‘til I want no more.”