ice is forming out there as we speak.
we are told to stay home.
light the corners.
know where your candles are.
and extra warm blankets.
in northern minnesota once . . . a long time ago . . .
it was 40 below zero for days on end.
it wasn’t a storm.
it simply WAS northern minnesota in the wintertime.
there was ice on the INSIDE of my bedroom window all winter.
i slept inside my bed in thermal underwear… and
my pajamas… a parka… long socks…
a knit hat… mittens… and heavy blankets and quilts.
not fit for man nor beast.
kind of like the night we’re having tonight and tomorrow here on the prairie.
although we won’t reach 40 below.
but the wind is to blow 60 mph.
blizzard style wind on the prairie.
another christmas has come and gone.
they seem to come by fast to me now.
maybe it’s an age thing? i don’t know!
the marine and i made a whirlwind trip to the southern state of georgia
to deliver presents and visit his daughter in law reve’ and two grandsons
jacob and blake.
my boys. how i love them. and their mom!
only missing one beloved one this year.
mike. their dad.
he’s flight chief … special operations. regular air force.
deployed somewhere in the middle east right now.
but next christmas hopefully he’ll be able to be at home.
i look around my little wren house . . .
it has never felt nor looked more beautiful and cozy to me.
full of warm and happy memories.
times gone by . . . long past.
and times already gone by . . . just a few weeks ago!
new happy memories.
the small lamps in all the corners are lighted tonight.
the colored fairy christmas lights on the balcony are shining.
to bring cheer.
fred astaire and ginger rogers are dancing in black and white glory
on the little flat screen as i type this.
the french doors whistle every now and then . . .
the monster is arriving out there . . . and letting us know it rules!
on the large table between the two white wicker arm chairs is a floor length
red and teal green tartan cloth with deep fringe.
the lamplight on the table catches the sparkle of crystal candle holders . . .
with their little tea lights burning bravely.
warm flames beckon from them and dare the electricity to go out!
no little tea lights!!! DON’T DARE THAT!!!
the green tiny pine tree is about two feet tall.
it’s in front of the fireplace.
it sits in a low gold metal basket surrounded by natural and large
pine cones that i brought back with me from reve’s and mike’s home in georgia.
the tree sits shining with its white lights . . .
on the honey colored pine bench that the marine made for me.
that’s a special bench indeed.
and it all keeps company with a bank of red velvet poinsettias
on the floor under the little bench.
above . . .
on the fireplace mantle is a crystal stand holding a white dove.
simple white bisque. and it’s looking up.
beside the dove… two pine bottle brush trees touched with snow …
reminders of my favorite things in all the world …
a pine forest.
so many dear things when i look upon those scenes.
soon it will be time to take it all down once again.
but not just yet.
i appreciate its beauty and rich simplicity.
and the joy that the RED brings to the little wren house.
it makes me happy.
on the floor are large and soft and vibrant turquoise throw rugs
on the beige carpet. they fair make you swoon! they do old bean!
the color takes me back to vandever’s department store in tulsa . . .
years and years ago.
it was MY tiffany’s to holly golightly’s favorite place.
vandever’s had the same colored carpets throughout . . .
that same vibrant turquoise that i love.
the bullet lights in the ceiling . . .
the faint smell of fine goods and perfumes.
all gone now. but deep in my memory bank of treasures.
oh my. such fond memories fill this wren house tonight!
in each white wicker chair is a velvet pillow that makes them more
comfortable. they’re not pillows just for show.
they do their job well. and they’re always on duty.
the one in the chair by my desk here is a deep burgundy red.
in the two chairs over by the window with the big tartan covered glass table . . .
those pillows are a deep teal green. much like the lines in the tartan cloth.
it all conspires to make the wren house the only place i want to be tonight.
glowing lamplight . . . red tartan . . . crystal shining . . . tea lights . . .
a tiny lighted tree surrounded by red velvet poinsettias . . .
the soft jewels of turquoise under my feet . . .
a great old black and white movie from one of my favorite eras . . .
there is nothing fancy here. nothing over the top.
in this new year coming . . .
i hope for each of us . . .
a sense of
that it is the place that continually renews us.
gives us peace. and rest.
the place that feasts our eyes with beauty.
in color and scent. in memory. in desire to live.
to live with simplicity but enough for comfort.
to be content with what we have.
with who we are.
to envy not.
to remember. always.
but to rejoice too.
to rejoice in today.
even in the storm.
here’s to you old bean.
you’ve stayed through thick and thin!
and we’ll see the new year in together!
it will be grand!
til soon old bean.