Good Morning!
Last night sounded like New Year's Eve here with the Eagles winning the Super Bowl. You all know I am not into sports AT ALL. Fletch did have the game on, but then we watched All Creatures at 9 after which he flipped back to the game, so I was aware of the win. But I didn't (and don't) care. Ha!
I made some Ginger Cream cookies at the end of the week. These are cookies that my Aunt Ellen used to make all the time. They taste like gingerbread to me, so I find them delicious. Fletch doesn't really care for them, but I thought Colin & Mailing would enjoy some (and I was right).
The Nest
For Alfredo Espino
This morning
I watched a goldfinch
Disappear into a tree
Through a hole no bigger
Than my open mouth.
From the hollow
The bird
Began her crooning.
That’s what poetry is
I thought –
Not the tree,
But the hidden song.
Not the yellow bird,
But the instinct to climb
Inside the darkness
To sing.
– Benjamin Gucciardi
Thank you for sharing that poem -- it's a wonderful way to start my week! I hope you get a bit of a warm up so that the ice will melt (though I did get a little chuckle at the idea of Mabel sliding around outside). We ended up with just rain and a surprise thunderstorm from that storm, though more wintry stuff is supposed to come through this week.
ReplyDeleteI'll be thinking about this poem today, so I thank you for sharing. We hardly got any snow Saturday, which meant that it was all ice when we woke up on Sunday. John got the driveway and sidewalk cleared after spreading salt but it's still pretty sparkly out there this morning. Poor Iris, but lucky you; C&M always have delicious food!
ReplyDeletePoor Iris, I agree that I'd be cranky too under those circumstances! I'm glad you had a nice visit and the food sounds delicious as always. The poem is lovely, thank you for that.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, thank you. I will read it a few more times to fully appreciate it. I love how poems bloom more each time you read them.
ReplyDeletePoor little Iris! Babies are at the mercy of their systems, for sure. Funny how that becomes true the older we get as well!
I've got to beat the snow and head north today so I can babysit our newest Grand who is the same age as Iris until Thursday. That whole diaper thing is freaking me out tbh.
ReplyDeleteOh I love a good ginger cookie!
ReplyDeletePoor little Iris. I always dreaded the tiny age when they can't tell you what hurts and why. Although I love the tiny age of cuddles! :-) You just can't make me happy. Ha! Dinner sure sounds like it was good though.
ReplyDeleteWe're supposed to get snow Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. We really haven't had any in almost a year, so there is no room to complain, but I don't want it to snow anyway.
Blessings and hugs,
Betsy
Stay warm and safe!
ReplyDeleteOur road is still an ice rink and after a week of the cold and snow, I am feeling out of sorts. But yesterday, I saw some beautiful little golden crowned chickadees - just so lovely and sweet.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is indeed pretty sweet. Glad you made it safely home before the sleet storm hit!
ReplyDeleteLove the poem! Now, I’m craving ginger snaps dunked in cold milk.
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