Love and A Quilt

I received a wonderful package in the mail today from Mrs. Robertson. She is a dear friend, fantastic quilter, and the founder and owner of Quilt Arts. (If you click on this link, scroll over the words, especially "About" to get a feel for this amazing place.)

It's really cold outside and in my house and I love having beauty around me. The quilt she made for me is perfect. Perfect.


She deserves many cherries in her Shirley Temples.

Check out the photos and haiku below. The one above is with a flash, the others are without.


Twelve degrees outside.
And with wind chill feels like three

AR, my hero

Light.

I was writing a poem while on a flight from Madison to Atlanta. Thinking about my next line, I looked out the window and saw this:
I took a photo and then went back to my poem. The next time I looked out, we were in a cloud. Gray mist surrounded the plane. I started to read. The next time I looked out the window, the sunset offered these views:

If only Pink Floyd were playing.

always look at the bright side of life, deh deh do do do do do do

Does anybody know that song?

One might be nervous about losing a job. One might be worried about a broken car and losing a job. One might be concerned about it all, but this one is glad that I am in my room this morning with the sun shining in the window and the heat turned up to a scorching 65 degrees.

Often, I need to be rushing out and don't get to see this sun coming in, but today oh today, I am planning on working from here in the afternoon. The morning is mine.

Here is a poem for the Good Doctor Klein:
With the clicks of my fingers, I can abracadabra numbers
Imagine the magic of adding numbers to one column
from another column
And making both numbers less!
One click and I have dread for the first column
And a sigh of, "Okay, it will be okay" for the next.
Slight of hand with a credit card bill.

Here are some photos from another magical Christmas vacation: