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A Dusting of Snow

Candle in the kitchenAnother neighbor died yesterday.  Don was our gardening neighbor, though he had been unable to do very much for a few years.  His was the raspberry patch where I picked so many berries last Summer and where I got such big rhubarb at the end of Spring.  He and Enid had become our pet neighbors after Mrs. Houck died.  They were both limping along, quite literally, for a long time.  We'd made a habit of visiting and checking out books from Enid's library.  Her shelves are impressive and it was always fun to look them over.

It's a hole, for sure, on our sweet little street.  I can still hear his voice telling me that a little fairy came over and brought him a piece of pie.  Willow loved to deliver treats to their house.  I recall finding him outside nearly every time we wandered into his yard, until he had a knee replacement that gave him a lot of trouble.  Enid has some form of dementia, and I'll admit that the future seems uncertain for her and their grown daughter that lives at home.

In the midst of the news and watching the ambulance come and go, I agreed to dig up my first bicycle for Willow to use.  The balance bike has simply become too small and even Roan has mastered it.  The forecast looked good for spending the day outside.  Roan's tire burst and then Willow's bike needed more work than we thought.  In the afternoon, the skies brought snow rather unexpectedly.  At first, I thought it was dust in the air.  We haven't had a lot of snow this Winter.  But now it feels meaningful.  I couldn't help but think of Mother Holle shaking her featherbed.

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impossibleway
Jan. 17th, 2015 12:12 pm (UTC)
Very true. :-)
(Anonymous)
Jan. 18th, 2015 02:59 pm (UTC)
I'm so sorry for the loss of your neighbor. :( I lost two when I lived alone at the condo and each time, I was able to take something that belonged to them to my own home and heart. That way they were able to live on, I felt. I hope you can do that, too. Hugs!!
impossibleway
Jan. 20th, 2015 08:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I am assuming this is you, Ginger, given the condo reference. We do have things that live on--our blackberries and raspberries.
blakdove
Jan. 19th, 2015 04:15 am (UTC)
I am sorry for your loss.
impossibleway
Jan. 20th, 2015 08:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you. What a treasure good neighbors are.
( 6 trees — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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