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Snow, Aldo" by Kate DiCamillo.
Once, I was in New York, in Central Park, and I saw
an old man in a black overcoat walking
a black dog. This was springtime
and the trees were still
bare and the sky was
gray and low and it began, suddenly, to snow:
big fat flakes
that twirled and landed on the
black of the man's overcoat and
the black dog's fur. The dog
lifted his face and stared up at the sky. The man looked
up, too. "Snow, Aldo," he said to the dog,
"snow." And he laughed.
The dog looked
at him and wagged his tail.
If I was in charge of making
snow globes, this is what I would put inside:
the old man in the black overcoat,
the black dog,
two friends with their faces turned up to the sky
as if they were receiving a blessing,
as if they were being blessed together
by something
as simple as snow
in March.
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This poem was in the Writer's Almanac this morning. And I loved it. Just finding the poem there today was like receiving a blessing, on an overcast day in March. It reminded me that Charm and I were in Central Park on a snowy day in March once. That trip was a wonderful adventure, a memory to savor, a blessing in my life, with my wonderful friend.
So today is overcast and warm, almost 35 degrees this morning. What a weather yo-yo, one day below zero and the next so warm. Last night the dogs were just happy to lay out on the porch at 2 a.m. and not even come in. It was calm early this morning, but the wind is blowing again, buffeting around the eaves and the loose screws on the metal roofing are squeeking.
Last night I made some blueberry walnut scones to go with dinner. I've never been that successful with making scones, but these finally turned out pretty good. I have always mixed them too hard, and this time only barely folded the ingredients together. It worked so much better.
Was very tired from not sleeping well since Tuesday, and went to bed about 7 p.m. and got up at 8 a.m. Slept nearly the whole night.
Nanny S. called this morning and we had a great visit. She says its hot there in Arizona. We have a promise to go out and have a picnic together this summer when she comes back to spend some time here. Then Betty from Mesquite called. She and Nancy W. are planning to come up for a visit about the middle of May and I could ride back with them to Nevada and go to Tayler's graduation and spend some time with my family. My sister might come up from Green Valley then. I would like to see my cousins who live in California, perhaps. Beverly also called before lunch, and really enjoyed talking to her. The Pinewood Derby is this weekend, and Brent is working on a car for the Dad's special race. Clay had been on a camping trip. Yesterday Betty P. and I talked for a while. She sounds good and is busy and enjoying her family and friends there. Carl has been gone about two years ago now and she is trying to gradually sort through their things and find places for the posessions to go. Two other of her family members passed away in the last two weeks, so they have had a busy time lately.
Today was our Sublette County Artists Guild (writer's group) meeting. I didn't go.
