Happy Friday Evening to you all..
It is a stormy day here in Eastern Canada..
Schools were closed and banks and such closed early..
First there was snow and then freezing rain..
Terry and I are snug here at home, though.
The wind chimes are tinkling and the bird feeders are swaying to the music of the wind but it is cozy and warm inside..
Thank you for all the well wishes..
I am blessed that it is only a cold..
Nothing serious.. smile..
I thought I would post this pic of a craft we made at Keepers of the Home quite a while ago..
What are you sweet ladies working on for Winter projects?
I have several unfinished crafts that I need to get done.. All in the by and by.. smile..
There go the salt trucks..
It must be icy out there.. I phoned Shonda to make sure they were all home safe and also talked to the Tammy ( our daughter-in-law) and Dustin (our youngest)...
What is it about a mother on a stormy day??
Even when your children are established in their own homes and their children are 6 feet tall she is wondering about them..
Are they home yet?
Oh, God keep them safe..
It is so great that we as Mamas can put their safety in the hands of the Lord..
And although you are wondering how they are your heart has peace..
I think I am sounding kind of sentimental tonight for some reason..
I guess I missed my husband this week and am just glad he is home and napping on the couch.. grin..
I did want to share a funny little story with you.. smile..
A few postings ago I shared a POEM with you from Edgar Guest.. right?
Well, yesterday as I went through the old recipe box of my mother-in-laws I found a little surprise..
Gram (that is what I called Terry's Mom in the last several years that she was alive.. Up until I started calling her Gram I called her Mrs. Henry.. smile.. That is how I was taught growing up.. She used to say that I should call her by her first name.. I just could not.. But as the kids grew and started calling her Gram then I did the same..) had cut this out of the newspaper..
Send her a valentine to say
You love her in the same old way.
Just drop the long familiar ways
And live again the old-time days
When love was new and youth was bright
And all was laughter and delight,
And treat her as you would if she
Were still the girl that used to be.
Pretend that all the years have passed
Without one cold and wintry blast;
That you are coming still to woo
Your sweetheart as you used to do;
Forget that you have walked along
The paths of life where right and wrong
And joy and grief in battle are,
And play the heart without a scar.
Be what you were when youth was fine
And send to her a valentine;
Forget the burdens and the woe
That have been given you to know
And to the wife, so fond and true,
The pledges of the past renew
'Twill cure her life of every ill
To find that you're her sweetheart still.
by Edgar Guest..
Isn't that a dear poem?..
Who would believe that Gram and I liked the same type of poetry.. smile..
Anyway, I am finished my ramble for tonight..
I know that some of you will read this through.. And I know a few men who do..
They told me.. grin..
So.. dear gentlemen ... be sure and give her a valentine.. smile..
I will leave you with this little item I found on Pinterest before I knew how to pin..
I would love to make one similar..
I do not know who to give credit to for this.. Sorry.. If you know please tell me and I will link back to them..
Don't forget about the little HEART GIVEAWAY..
Thank you so much for dropping by..
Welcome to the new followers, too..
Looking forward to hearing from you all on this stormy Friday night.. smile..
HAVE A BLESSED WEEKEND..