Recently I unpacked a beautiful Indian box my Dad gave me. I keep my Tarot cards in it, they fit perfectly. However, I had not opened the box until yesterday. The Tarot cards are wrapped in a silk scarf (I read somewhere you are supposed to do this). I removed the whole shebang and voila!
There in the bottom was the beautiful Cloisonne necklace my friend Richard had given me years ago. I lost the necklace five years or so ago and mourned its lost many times. Richard died over ten years ago and this was one of the wonderful gifts he had given me. I kept trying to figure out where I lost it or whether it had been stolen. So there! I am wearing it now.
Meanwhile, signs of spring appear. The pump house is running, pumping sap from the maple trees into a large vat.
This is my driveway!
And what is that greeny-brown stuff? The snow recedes like a slow tide and more and more dirt appears.
Recently I unpacked a beautiful Indian box my Dad gave me. I keep my Tarot cards in it, they fit perfectly. However, I had not opened the box until yesterday. The Tarot cards are wrapped in a silk scarf (I read somewhere you are supposed to do this). I removed the whole shebang and voila!
There in the bottom was the beautiful Cloisonne necklace my friend Richard had given me years ago. I lost the necklace five years or so ago and mourned its lost many times. Richard died over ten years ago and this was one of the wonderful gifts he had given me. I kept trying to figure out where I lost it or whether it had been stolen. So there! I am wearing it now.
Meanwhile, signs of spring appear. The pump house is running, pumping sap from the maple trees into a large vat.
This is my driveway!
And what is that greeny-brown stuff? The snow recedes like a slow tide and more and more dirt appears.
