Goodbye 2017

coffee, cup, laptop, memeHello! It’s Thursday Morning again, and guess what I forgot to do?

Yes, I forgot to schedule this post.

In my defense, the violet was blooming, and caught my attention. I love when the violet blooms in the depth of winter. It reminds me that even in the midst of trials, you can still be a blessing to others–like that beautiful violet.

In my defense, I was busy pouring a cup of coffee — my first cup of the day — when I suddenly realized I had not put away the Christmas coffee mugs. But then, I realized this particular one is not too Christmas-y, and could be dubbed a “winter” coffee mug.

It was only after contemplating all this that I woke to the fact, it was Thursday and I hadn’t scheduled a post.

Hello, Thursday Morning just wouldn’t work on a Friday. But, it is still morning, though later than usual. The temperature is 13 and feels like 2–just thought I’d throw that in there. When you get to be my age, your attention tends to bounce around a little.

So, I hope you’ll forgive me that I almost missed the last Thursday post of 2017, when I had planned to formally say goodbye to 2017. Thus the title, “Goodbye 2017.”

Most of all, I hope you know how much I appreciate you, my followers, and readers. Sorry I almost forgot, but I hope I at least provided a giggle, and maybe an ounce of inspiration about the violet.

May your 2018 start out amazing. May the blessings build as you go. May you bloom where you’re planted, like Daniel in my October post.

Stay warm, and see you in 2018 with fresh, hot coffee, and (hopefully) fresh topics for Hello, Thursday Morning!

Blessings, anyone? I hope you’ll comment with your 2017 blessings.

The Winter That Almost Wasn’t

This is my usual stance in Winter, waiting for that first glimpse of Spring!

But this year, the first glimpse of Spring happened in … December! When we should’ve been shoveling snow, we were worrying over sprouts.

 

Here we are in mid-March with buttercups, crocuses, and forsythias blooming.

We’ve already had high seventies and sunshine.

And then, today … snow flurries and twenties … but we know it won’t last. You can’t hold back the Spring.

Forty years ago, we had two of the coldest winters on record. In 1978, the Ohio River froze over. I’d never seen anything like that. And now, the 2016-2017 winter almost wasn’t. Not complaining.

I’m even looking forward to these guys. ⇒⇒

I’m planning new ways to outsmart them.

What’s the weather been like in your area?

Coming up: Exciting News!

See you back here next week.

The Glory of Life

2f111-shutterstock_85609522Outside my window, the maple trees are putting on a show of brilliant colors. Their last hurrah. Winter comes close on the heels of Autumn here.

There are things about each season I love. And things I don’t like so much–no need to talk about those. I love the cooler temperatures of Autumn. The crisp air of a Fall morning is energizing. The smell of the burnishing leaves, their crunch beneath my feet, all add to the season’s ambiance.

As the trees shed their leafy cover, gaps open up, and the bright sunlight spills through the windows, lighting up our rooms. Thus, revealing summer’s deposits of dust and cobwebs. Oops! Fall cleaning scheduled.

Autumn is especially poignant for me this year, as a dear friend prepares to make her final journey. I remember the Spring of her life, when as a bubbly cheerleader, she spread joy and sunlight wherever she went.

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We were so pastel…so…70’s…

I was a few years older, but we lived on the same street and attended the same high school. Later, we were both members of the same church youth group, and youth choir. At my wedding, she told me I was beautiful, and we (my husband and I) were like movie stars. It was all very romantic. She couldn’t wait for her day to come.

It did, several years later, when she married her best friend, another of our youth group and youth choir members. Still bubbly and outgoing, she had added a college degree and looked forward to a career in teaching. Soon she had a home classroom filled with three beautiful daughters. Blessed daughters, to have such a mother, who gave herself to their raising and training.

As she prepares to leave this life, her legacy of love and compassion lights our memories and warms our hearts. We’ll miss her, oh my, yes. But her light will never go out. As Fall’s glory fades into Winter’s chill, hope survives. Spring will come!

And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit. –2 Corinthians 3:18 NIV

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