sorry it is a little crooked. It's very windy and cold. That is the Atlantic Ocean behind the old Coast Guard building. The storm waves are pretty intense. If it stops raining/snowing later I will go back out to get a better shot. Right now the salty spray from the ocean is hitting the windows on our house so I think I'll stay inside for a while.
I had to drive the chick-lets to school this morning. It's not a bad
drive but there are 6 lights in a 2.5 mile stretch so you do need to be a
bit patient. I stopped at the market on my way home and realized
after I got in there that I had the wrong list...for the second time!
This is not all that unusual of a thing for me and I do realize that it
is pretty far down the list of things that could go wrong. Still, it's
kind of a pain since it means I must get back to the store at some
point, do some baking, cleaning and get to work on time...blah, blah,
blah. So, I'm sitting at the 5th light, which is really the 10th
since this is my second go round, and I'm thinking about all the things I
need to get done and that Christmas is only 2 days away...blah, blah,
blah. I'm a little stressed and I'm wishing that I could get to the
"special place" where I'm calm and remembering the peace that this time
of year brings. I'm wondering what the point of this whole season is and I'm wishing I would get some sort of special sign from the universe. I'm
sort of hoping that the universe will show me in some way how to make this
Christmas special and bring a little of the spirit into my
heart. So, I'm still at the light (it's a really long light) and I
look over at the car next to me and I see a woman in a winter coat and a
turban thing on her bald head. I realize she is turning into the
hospital...she must be going for a chemo treatment.
Which led me to think what if the song is wrong...what if it isn't that "next year all our troubles will be out of sight?" What if this is the year that all our troubles are out of sight?
Who knows what the next year will bring? Perhaps, we should celebrate as if this will be our last Christmas ever. And,
a calm settled over me and even over the road and even over the fields
next to the roads. I noticed how pretty things looked with the snow
covering everything and the sun rising a beautiful pink and orange and
reflecting off the white snow. It was as if the whole earth just
exhaled. She turned into the hospital and I went on through the light to my house. And, the universe did speak to me in that car, at that light.
It said...the love is the most important thing...and everything else is just fluff, sweetie, icing on the cake.
i wrote this 5 years ago and nothing about my life is the same. The sentiment, however, remains.
The large tractor trailer was met by one of the mothers in front of the Old Coast Guard Station. She directed it toward the lowland parking lot just across the way. All over the rather tiny island other PTO families had been waiting for her call. The Christmas trees are here! It wasn't long before the gravel lot began to fill up with cars. Fathers and mothers, aunts and uncles and even a few grandparents began to form lines from the back of the open truck to unload the trees that were tied up tightly. The edge of the lot and the grassy park was full of children running about. The older children were watching over the younger ones and the teenagers were watching over them all. Someone strung up a set of Christmas lights and at twilight they began to blink red, yellow, green and blue over the scene. There was plenty of hot cocoa and cookies to go around. The smell of pine trees and the salty sea mingled together in the tiny lot and townsfolk beeped as they drove by on their way home from running weekend errands on the mainland. The word went out.
The Christmas trees are here!
It didn't take very long for the island's trees to be unloaded and the big truck drove away down the causeway to deliver the rest of his load. Fathers rested for a bit and then tied their own trees to the tops of their cars. Mothers rounded up the children and all the cars drove away. A convoy of Christmas tree topped cars driving up the hill and around the curve toward home. The lot was empty once again. Well, not quite as empty as it had been before. The stand is open now on weekends from 9 to 9.
We will be picking out our tree on Saturday.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening -Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me standing here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farm house near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.
This is one of my very favorite poems and Susan Jeffers has illustrated it so beautiful in the children's holiday book. I read it often to my daughters when they were young and now we read it to Joe's boys.