Every Sunday morning, I sit by my kitchen window and let my eyes set on the small front yard, as the rest of my body slowly gets in the "waking up" mode. Today, the yard is slowly getting covered with snow, and I'm smiling in content. The smile is not due to the picture of "winter idyllic" that is in front of me, but because I got ahead of it yesterday and now I'm grateful I had helping hands.
Yesterday, at this time of day, I was pondering on HOW in the world am I going to deal with the pile of fire-wood they brought on Friday and now lies in my back yard. Some of it was "manageable" by someone my size and constitution and I got to chop-them-up. Some were not, and I needed help.
Just after lunch, my phone rang; and the voices of folks I've helped back then, told me to get the teapot ready, and to unlock the front gate - since they are coming with their axes. :)
So, call me old-fashioned
but I still believe there's good in this world
and I still believe in romance
..let's take a look at another story:
I am sailing, I am sailing,
home again 'cross the sea.
I am sailing, stormy waters,
to be near you, to be free.
Rod Stewart said it right.
I will not be sailing, but (by the looks of it) shoveling my way out of the house, to have a refreshing walk and get my healthy dose of coffee, news and local gossip.
Have a great Sunday!