The deck has a light dusting of snow – so light that it looks like there was an investigation to find paw prints. Success!

Wednesday was productive on a number of fronts, and I am satisfied.

A dear friend and bonus niece, Jozi, brought me the sweetest sun catcher to remember Bailey. It’s included in the photos.

Harrigan seems to be the same but still keeps mostly to herself. She did, however, come to hang with the others in my study last night.

Today begins a three-day stretch of being swamped and I am actually dreading the schedule. Somehow, I must rearrange my thoughts to make certain that I am beginning with the correct footing. I know that once I engage with my schedule that I will be fine.

Make it a great day!

JANUARY

by Ruby Archer

The snow is diamond for a fairy’s feet,
Blithely and bonnily she trips along,
Her lips a-carol with a merry song,
And in her eyes the meaning. “Life is sweet!”
The rhythm of youth is in her pulses’ beat,
The lissome form is beautiful and strong,
The happy heart is innocent of wrong.
Young Hope incarnate seems the earth to greet,
How fair is she—just pinker than the snow.
Behold—a roguish coyness in her face!
Ah see—a spray of saucy mistletoe
Is nestling in her hair. A chase! A chase!
A gleeful laugh,—the vision bright has paled,
Is lost in clouds her laughing breath exhaled.