It's a wonderful morning to be snowed in at home. It's the Sunday before Christmas. A blizzard is blowing. I've a pile of books to read (book reviews due very soon), and lots to think about and write. Homemade oatmeal is just about ready. The cat is spending his day purring and sleeping. In New England, we've had a lengthy Indian summer - and just a week or so ago it was 70 degrees and sunny. This rousing Nor'easter is more fitting.
The blanket of white is a tribute to my parents' wedding, 67 years ago. They were married on a snowy December night in Iowa in 1942. My mother wore a white velvet gown. White mums and pine boughs decorated the church. They were wed by candlelight. In 2002, their 60th, we four children wrote haikus in their honor, and my father responded in kind. Here are my personal favorites.
Atop the altar,
Candelabra on each side,
White chrysanthmums.
- Sister Jo
And now, the future.
Those we love, will love again.
Draw us in today.
- Brother Mark
Driving through Canada,
Every day a picnic lunch,
My, it's EL-E-GANT.
- Brother Eric
Sixty years tonight,
Began your loving journey.
This full moon is yours.
- Me
Anniversaries,
It is hard to keep a count.
Sixty seems very good!
- Father
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