#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
"This is what I have heard
at last the wind in December
lashing the old trees with rain
unseen rain racing along the tiles
under the moon
wind rising and falling
wind with many clouds
trees in the night wind."-
A day of slow recovery from this bug. A short walk with Charlie to the river. Canceled appointments. Hoping to be fully recovered tomorrow. Managed, with a little help from Frank, to get the holiday cards mailed in the late afternoon. My brother stopped by with a box of chocolates on his way to put a wreath on my parent’s grave. I didn’t have the energy to enjoy his quick visit. Frank is so happy. He has worked so hard thinking through and designing this renovation. I can see him just enjoying the space as his visions have come true. Tonight, my youngest, also quite sick with the bug, asks for the only thing she feels like eating: crepes. So, I go to the kitchen and make them from scratch and she eats them and feels better.