Winter is coming
My feet are cold.
I see my breath.
The grass is crisp under my feet.
Winter is coming.
My feet are aching.
Can't catch my breath.
I long to lie down and rest.
Winter is coming.
The leaves are going.
The days are short.
The geese are flying south.
Winter is coming.
My hair is going.
My eyesight short.
I long to be in the south.
Winter is coming.
Soup on the stove.
Cookies in the oven.
Family gathered around.
Winter is coming.
Leftover soup
Cookies to share
Loneliness abounds.
Winter is here.
Spend some time with someone who is in the winter of their life today. :-)
I see my breath.
The grass is crisp under my feet.
Winter is coming.
My feet are aching.
Can't catch my breath.
I long to lie down and rest.
Winter is coming.
The leaves are going.
The days are short.
The geese are flying south.
Winter is coming.
My hair is going.
My eyesight short.
I long to be in the south.
Winter is coming.
Soup on the stove.
Cookies in the oven.
Family gathered around.
Winter is coming.
Leftover soup
Cookies to share
Loneliness abounds.
Winter is here.
Spend some time with someone who is in the winter of their life today. :-)
It also makes me want to make creamy chicken noodle soup...and homemade cookies. :D
Speaking of cooking...I have it on good authority that you are excellent at it. ;-)
The loneliness of the elderly is a hard truth. It's so difficult to be selfless enough to share ourselves with them. In the past couple of years, my elderly people have become harder to visit with--Geneva's hearing is dwindling and it takes a lot of energy just to carry on a conversation with her. Hearing aids don't seem to help a lot. My parents are going through a time of needing more attention than they used to as well. I want to age gracefully, too. Our ladies' class this season is "Bridges or Barriers" and today's lesson was about bridging the gap between older and younger sisters.