On Thanksgiving day, we got the first real snow of the season. It was a marvelous, delicately gloomy day and I was more than happy to stay indoors doing...
this!
Casey felt it necessary to guard me from the fire. Or is he guarding Norma? You never know with those cats.
The spinning was a welcome relief from more serious worry. My brother's wife was due to have her baby on December 3, but because of sudden looming complications they put her in the hospital on Monday to induce labor. Just after midnight on Thursday morning, her water broke.
I felt helpless and useless and anxious, knowing what she was going through and that I couldn't be there to help. So I spun. And spun. And spun. About 800 yards of shimmery clouds from Persimmon Tree Farm.
And then by early afternoon, the storm suddenly stopped, the clouds parted, the sun came through, and there was a rainbow above the pond. The last time this happened was when I returned from my grandmother's funeral, so I knew it was an omen. But good or bad?
I needed not worry. A few hours later I got a call from my brother announcing the birth of ...
his beautiful little baby boy!
So I guess you could say I had more than enough to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
Welcome to the world little fella.
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