Golden sky and twilight noon,
draw down the northern dancers.
The frozen branches with their icy lace,
help me weave my winter spell.
I'll make you dream under twilight skies,
no glare of sun will disturb you.
A slow deep sigh and a frosty breath,
is all you'll remember before you sleep.
I'll stop the river and hide the leaf,
lay a blanket of snow for good measure.
I'll stand watch over all the promises,
that you have made under midnight sun.
In other news:
We are going up to the mountains to visit my parents this weekend.
This means we pack up huge quantities of stuff that we may or may not need in order to feel at home. The car will be bulging, as usual.
I’m taking all my finished gourds to S. who is taking them along with her own to an art gallery that does consignment, where by some miracle they may decide to take our stuff in. My husband wants to take a giant box of frozen waffles from Costco, just to see my mother freak out at the sheer number of them and then fuss about where to PUT them all in the freezer. I am taking some family photos that I scanned and made copies of. Also a badge and lanyard from my downtown job so my parents can see that I wasn’t just making up a story. Kosher hot dogs are on the list for the barbecue they want to have. My mother thinks I’ll starve to death while I am under her roof if I don’t eat meat every day. I want to bring a bouquet of sweet peas from my garden and have been puzzling out how to do it using the ice chest. (the frozen waffles will just have to move over.) We are taking the GPS unit and perhaps we will hide our first Geocache up there where my dad can keep track of it. I am taking a book I borrowed from my daughter in law so I can return it to her. (“Big Trouble” by Dave Barry.) I WANT to take some spinach and chard from the garden but with the waffles and the sweet peas, I don’t think there will be room in the ice chest.
Robbie is coming and he has his own set of things to bring, like a blanket for him to sleep on in the back seat. He loves to go to the mountains. He gets to wander all over the yard and woods up there and nobody bothers him while he marks territory all day long in the fresh country air. Too bad he doesn’t know we’re going. Then he could enjoy some pleasant anticipation time. But he won’t “get” it until I start packing up. Then he is agitated until he finally gets IN the car as he is never sure if he’s being left behind till that moment, poor thing. It’s a strain on his old doggie nerves I’ll tell you.
Bob the cat will stay home. It is a matter of supreme indifference to him whether he goes with us or not, as long as his food dish is full when we leave. Although I will say he is usually very happy to see us when we come home. I am looking at him right now lounging over there on his cat tower. He is on his back with all four legs in the air. He looks ridiculous.
Anyway, that doesn’t even begin to add what my husband wants to bring plus the usual pile of clothes. It feels like we are going on safari in the grand style of long ago, instead of a three day trip up the road.
Okay, time to get packing!