Happy Birthday Jenny!

The rabbitpatch is always quiet in winter -and this year more so than ever. Of course, there is no shortage of tasks and I have a borrowed book, that I need to read.  There is a small cabinet to paint and a corner of the territory hemmed a foot deep in leaves . . but I have always viewed winter, as a time to rest . . .body and soul. 
This is the time, I usually pick a subject to study.  I do plan to research something,  but for now,  I’d as soon paint the table.  ( I am still muddled from the months I followed politics fervently.)  In that case, I will choose  something to wonder about wisely.   . .after I paint the cabinet.   
This is Tres’ last week of winter break, therefore his last week here.  He came in early December and of course, Christian and I dread him leaving.   He will be back  earning his second degree.  It makes me dizzy to hear the names of his classes, but he enjoys them.  How handy he has been!  He has done several repairs, that were needed.  He is good company and cheers me on in my own endeavors.  Goodness, what a difference Tres makes at the rabbitpatch- and in so many ways.  Of course, my loss is Lyla and  Brynns’ gain, for they have missed their uncle and look forward to his return to Elizabeth City.
 I am enjoying the stark winter beauty that has at last settled in.  Some days are born in brightness, some are born in fog.  “Jack Frost”  turns up regularly, but never stays for supper!  I do not frown on  winter, as many do. Even living in a drafty farmhouse, where each room varies greatly in temperature, does not diminish my enthusiasm .  I love the winter landscape too. The scene is simplistic.  Fields lie in wait for April, as do the flowers.  In the absence of leaves, sunlight falls lighting up the  dark corners of the territory and what peculiar shadows the twisted branches of the oak make!   The colors  of the season are muted and I find that peaceful.  The silver bark of the sycamore, the gently mottled pecan seem to   implore one to slow down and take a close look. How pretty the redbirds are in such a time as winter and most especially when perched on a soft ash branch . 
 I do not mind the longer nights nor the later mornings, either.   Home and hearth are revered more than ever, under such conditions.  The old house is almost cold in the mornings  and I rise reluctantly from soft, warm blankets, to warm the place up and start coffee.  Now, I scurry back to my “nest”, for this  is where I have my “early service” in winter.  A large window,  is my alter, for it frames the sunrise with precision.  A pile of books is within arms’ reach ,to prod me on and a cup of coffee is added to the collection.  There I await, the light. . .so I do not mind the “late mornings” of winter. 
Unlike the rest of the year, by six o’clock in the evening, all who call the rabbitpatch home are settled in, while supper cooks.  I see the lamps shining in my neighbors’ homes and am glad they too, are  home, “safe and sound”.  In warmer months, folks are likely to be anywhere doing many things . . .but all hearts come home in winter. . . and earlier than usual. 
There is another thing about winter. My only daughter, Jenny was given to me on a bright, cold day, in January.  Hence, she is my “lovely winter bird”.  Now,she is all grown up with her own nest to tend. . .and oh how well she tends it.  She was born  with a mothers ‘ heart.  She had lots of practice with her dolls and four brothers.  How deftly she practices the fine art of mothering and “homemaking”.  This is as noble an endeavor as there as ever was and I couldn’t be prouder of her.  A mother “wears many hats”  rings true . . .but so does a daughter and Jenny is all any of us could have ever hoped for.

 

 

15 thoughts on “Happy Birthday Jenny!

  1. There’s something so full of power yet utterly gentle in the way you write. I’ve been back at work for a few days now and there’s much to be done. As always, there’s too much noise at work. But just a few lines into your post, and all noise within and without, fled into their holes.

    I’ve carried that special silence and peace you bequeathed me since that day – and I know where your power comes from, Michele. It comes from pure love, unstinting and unselfish in its giving. You love and cherish your children, their spouses and the grandkids. You care and tend to all who are blessed to pass through your knowing. This is a love so uncommon that to feel it just once, is to be marked in some way. I think today I’ve loved my family better because of what you’ve given me.

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    1. one of the most beautiful comments, that I have ever read.I even read it aloud to my daughter and she was as moved as I was. The power of your kindness in this made me different-in a good way. Thank you for touching my heart. I can love more deeply now and I love you for it. xo Michele

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  2. I just love your attitude in life, Michele. I have finally not minded Winter this year and have picked up my crochet hook, as I make a baby afghan for a friend who is pregnant. I too for the first time in a long time, am settled into the stark landscape and find it for some odd reason comforting. It’s almost as if the world is about to be cleansed becoming new and this is what Winter white and barrenness is showing me. As for giving birth to your only daughter …. hence another reason for you to love Winter too. Beautifully written, so soft and gentle like the writer herself. God bless you!! xo

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    1. What beauty your words render me. I am so glad and not a bit surprised that you are celebrating the winter too. Your nature is loving, in general and I like to think of you traipsing the earth, looking for beauty to give to all of us. Thank you my dear one. love Michele

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