The convalescent day moves at a slow pace…maybe the pace of healing itself. It isn’t unpleasant really…just…slow. Stately. But I’m beginning to enjoy convalescence because it brings you so many things…like delicious luncheons brought by friends (THANK YOU Nancy and Ellen…)
who stay and tell you stories of the bustle of the world outside in the Christmas season…and today…amazingly…flowers in a format new to me:
(and xxoo to Rob and Georgia and little Mr. Adorable…) And then the enjoyment of the smallest, most mundane thing like going to the bank and the food store and drive-thru COFFEE…
and up into the hills where, indeed, it’s snowing…quietly…slowly…
and then home
where the crows are having a moment…
Oh! Bonnie! Slow and Southern. That’s Life
Oh good, they arrived.
So glad that you are able to get out and enjoy the sights and everyday things we often do without taking notice.
you have an all embracing eye for life. beauty & interest in all things. it raises our spirits from any state of glumness the cold & rain can dampen them with.