Faithful With My Little

 Another cool Saturday, and this time no rushing out of the door. Today there will be a haircut and clothes shopping and maybe stopping by the chicken farm but none of that requires scheduling. Wrapped in a blanket in a corner of the porch, hiding from the wind and watching the chickens run across the yard. Yesterday we started setting up Christmas. I got out the snow village and set up each house on the white snowy shelves that are just a little dusty atop shelves full of books and games. I first thought of my mom and the Christmas shop, and how she admired each one slowly. How she loves the magic of Christmas time and wanted to share it with all of us. I remembered how 5 years ago Thanksgiving was on the 28th of November, just like this year, and how we ate our meal in the solemn quiet of the hospital cafeteria while mom was upstairs. How she didn't get to see the Christmas lights twinkling in the trees one more time, but just 6 days later she got to see something, and Someone pr...

 Cold hands and Saturday morning in the sunshine. It started with a chilly and happy cat being let inside. Chickens who had managed their way out of the coop and partway out of our yard. One in the nesting box laying her 5th egg. I will soon be interrupted by a 7 year old indignant at finding herself alone in a cold bed even though she will be exceedingly happy she wasn't lifted out of it to get ready for school. The breeze cuts through me Florida winter style though it is only November. By Thanksgiving next week it will be 80+ degrees again. My coffee is getting cold beside me. This morning waking up before my alarm on a 4H day which isn't early but still always has us rushing out the door. I am so tired, even on the weekends. This stage of life? I can't explain, but it isn't physical tiredness so much as the desire to close my eyes just a little bit longer. Close my mind to all the incessant details and demands. Back in bed with the cold cat now growing warm with a pu...