waking to the sound of him outside chopping the kindling for this morning’s fire…

i’m gonna miss that sound when the weather turns warmer

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chocolate chip mint ice cream in the freezer

and stealing a spoonful (or 4) throughout my day!

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::  it’s all ‘cause he wants to be a good example for me…on how to apply the Truth we heard today on “sabbath rest”…that he’s lying here next to me in grampa’s old chair with all those snores escaping his lips!

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him and me locking our door.  locking out the kids…and the “to do’s”…and (even) the start of this monday!

getting to visit with dr. liz…and hearing that little heartbeat again

finding a sweet note in my box when we got back home.  a sweet friend just checking on me ‘cause she was worried…that i was worried…about the (maybe) not getting to hear it again…

and getting to sit next to a doe-eyed little mister…and sharing a dinner with him and his daddy and mama.  prepared for just them…and him and me

altogether a lovely…and very smiley…monday!

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leftover slivers of soaps

my gramma ruth was a “saver”…having been born in the 20′s…grown up in the depression of the 30′s…and lived and served through a world war…

it was always fascinating…when i was still young and whenever we were out at the farm…to steal away down to the basement and poke through the time capsule that was her cellar closet…

or into auntie terry’s bedroom…where everything had stayed the way that she’d left it when she’d walked out the door as a new bride on that fall day in 1974.  her bureau top was still laid out with her childhood nick-knacks…her spread on the bed unchanged…her prom dress even-still hanging in the closet!

so after gramma passed, a lot of the things that my sisters came across as they worked to empty her house came as no surprise…

but there were a few

one, in particular, was the stash of leftover slivers of soaps that my younger sister discovered when she opened the cupboard doors and peered beneath the bathroom sink…

years…and years…worth of slivers!

some things were dispersed among family…some were donated…and some were (even) thrown away…

but some…like those soaps…my sister just couldn’t bear to toss…

so they went home with her and sat at her house for a time…until just this last christmas…when she had a (most) lovely thought

and when i opened our family’s gift from hers…i was so excited to find amongst the nummy homemade pickles and jams and jellies she’d made…my very own jar of gramma ruth’s soaps!

my older sister, my younger and i…none of us inherited the “saving” gene…

we’re more the opposite, really…gramma wouldn’t understand our tendency to periodically “purge”…

but the very thought that grampa and gramma’s work-worn hands lathered up with these soaps before supper…after a long day down at the barn or out in the fields…makes them worth my hanging ontowell worth my saving

that…and the priceless gift of getting to crack the lid every now and again and breathe in that all-too-familiar…but i never dreamed i’d smell againfragrance of them!

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::  mama dozed off in grampa’s old chair when the utility man came to repair the storm-damaged wire connected to our house…

and eian…spotting him from the front window and not liking the looks of him all that well…ran to his room to retrieve his “sword” and stand guard inside the front door!

but when the work was done, and the man knocked on the door…it spooked our little protector…

and with an…“oh!”he immediately turned and ran the other way!

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cracking it open…and getting a whiff of her and him

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my lovely little jar of gramma ruth’s leftover slivers of soaps.

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::  i think maybe they’re thinkin’ they’re gonna get to move out into their igloo once they’ve got it all made!

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life on my sill

i turned my back on my kitchen sink and headed off to bed tonight…even the minimal in me grinning at the cluttered state of my sill…

there’s a little purple saintpaulia…with two sweet little blooms…that grammy brought to cheer her mama,  gramma mary, when she was living out her last few days here.  and it just stayed on…thankfully…the thoughts of them it continually conjures up keeping me company while my hands are so often in the sink…

and there’s four, plump, red-ripe tomatoes that somehow found their way there from our always-generous mister paul and miss mary across the street…

and there’s a little, white bottle full of melatonin…that my midwife knew would help my pregnant brain settle down to sleep…

and there’s (even) a bloody tooth that was yanked out by that determined ten-year-old right before she headed off to dream…

and there’s a curiously-angular rock that grampy and that emma-girlso very little at the time…painted during one of our visits with them.  his sweet little red heart in the middle…her splotches of color o’er the rest…

and there’s a tiny rectangle of wood framing one of my most favorite pictures of him…when we were both still so young…and relishing in one of those most-memorable days on “our” island

and there’s a dainty, little silk sunflower that three-year-old jack found and presented to me when we were very first settling in here…“picked” for me from out of the overabundance of gramma mary’s craft supplies still left over down in the basement…

and it should probably all be tidied tomorrow…especially that tooth!

but for tonight…it’s just an utterly lovely reminder…againthat there is life here!

so much life having been lived…being livedright here!

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