January Slumber


Who says July and August are the lazy days? I can be just as lazy in January. I slow down with the cold, dry air and I cuddle up in sweaters and scarves with the cold, wet air.

The landscape is barren, the sunsets are deep amber, the days are short and the nights are long. Perfect for a wood burning fireplace and catching up on TV, or maybe a little art or music.

Tracy and I continue to clear the back terrace. We have about two thirds of it cleared now, and I can begin to see what it might look like one day as a somewhat tamed slope. I hope we didn't stomp the bluebonnets too much. I just can't tell you how happy I am when I am burning brush. If it paid I could do it for a living.

The clouds are rolling in, and it looks like we are in for another winter storm this week. Hopefully it won't interfere with our planned trip to Louisiana on Friday for Margaret and Larrie's birthdays- 48 and 50 years old, respectively.

I have been keeping a daily blog since my 49th birthday on December 29th. I am doing a 365-day count down to a half century parTAY and am trying to mark my days with some sense of the passage of time. Speaking of which, I STILL have a bit of nail polish on my big toes from sister weekend. I am doing an experiment to see how long it will take to grow all of it off from last June. The answer seems to be A LONG TIME. After seven months of experimentation, I am determined to stick it out until last year's summer color of lovely coral is all grown out. And then I will get a pedicure. I promise.

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New Year, New Life


I spent last week in Plano with Rebecca, Ava and Shepard, while Rebecca's husband was traveling. I don't what what she would have done without me! And I don't know what I would have done without the supper delivery from her church friends and neighbors! And I reeeaaallly don't know how Mom did it at all!!!

I was going from the time I got up until the time I went to sleep (immediately upon placing my head n the pillow). Of course, I worked while I was there, there was that. I was putting out a proverbial fire one evening, and Ava told her mother that 'Molly's work sure takes a long time...'.

Shepard is a doll, or a 'cute, cute, cutie' as Ava calls him. Ten pounds of human life. Amazing.

Saturday I got nearly nothing accomplished. Except sleeping late and lazing around. We did start working again on the back terrace, clearing the overgrown grass and brush oak, or as I call it, "The Curse of The Garden of Eden plant".

The bluebonnets seem to have made it through the big freeze, so I expect a banner showing in the spring. I hope to have lots of visitors.

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Walking on (Frozen) Water


The Arctic Blast of 2010 is finally abating, but we had some very low temperatures in the area- some in the single digits- for several days. The moisture on the roof melts off and freezes as it hits the rocks below. the pond was frozen solid, but by the time this photo was taken it had started to lose its solidness. I heard a few cracks as I walked out, so I didn't go as far as I did the first time. Hopefully the Mallards will come back now that there is a softer landing.

Everything has taken on its winter shade of gray and brown. I actually enjoy the visual rest, it is almost like my mind gets to take a break, with less color input. And I love those long lasting winter sunsets- they just go on and on, framed by the stark leafless trees, old barns and rugged cedar post fences.

I am off to Plano to help Rebecca with the two little ones while Claude travels this week. I get to hold a newborn tonight! Pure joy!
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