I love winter at the ocean. Yes, it can be cold and windy, but the beach is empty and ours for just a little while. Except for the birds who love it all year round. This little guy was chilling out by the waves (almost looks like he’s napping), and then showed off his amazing flying skills to the camera.
Wherever you are on this Monday morning, breathe deeply of the air around you, see what beauty you can find, and smile. Because we can. Isn’t life an amazing thing? 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
*This is part two….if you haven’t read part one yet, you should, in order to enjoy this post to its fullest.* 🙂
Frosty had fallen, face first, into the grass. I thought it was over for the dear little snowman, but I was wrong. My husband, knowing my soft heart, had a plan, a wonderful plan. That evening while I was putting Amy to sleep, he and my two older children moved Frosty. That’s right, they picked him up, put each part in the wheelbarrow, and put him back together on the sidewalk right outside our kitchen window. When I came downstairs, there he was, just sitting there looking at me as if to say, “See? I told you I’d be back again someday!” 🙂 And yes, I was so touched by my husband’s sweetness and effort to make me smile.
Frosty’s Back! Dec. 27, evening
Frosty and I, chilling out on Dec. 30, afternoon
Frosty, who was first made on Dec. 26, is still standing this morning, as of 8:10 AM Dec. 31, New Year’s Eve. He is an amazing snowman, but not as amazing as my husband. Thanks honey; I love you. Lisa
The day after Christmas, it snowed. A wet, sticky, heavy snow that was just perfect for snowmen and snowballs. So we made a snowman…a big hearty fellow with a kind face and an orange for a nose. Being the highly original people that we are, we named him Frosty, and he seemed pleased. With his jaunty cap and festive scarf, he greeted passers-by on the road for an entire day. However, sometime on the second day, he fell, face down, as if he was taking a nap. I felt ridiculously sad about the whole thing, as I had liked this snowman more than a person should, and couldn’t bring myself to go look at him laying there. (You have to remember, I was the kind of child who cried when my favorite trees were cut down, and my “Chitty-Chitty Putt-Putt” car of my dad’s was sold.) I thought Frosty’s story was over, but I was very wrong. I had a wonderful surprise waiting for me that evening. Please tune into Monday’s installment to read the conclusion of the Snowman’s story. Slainte, Lisa
Every evening before bed, my hubby and I walk around the house unplugging all the Christmas lights, and then each morning, we make the same circuitous route plugging them back in. It would be rather ridiculous, if they weren’t so beautiful. One minute, the tree is dark and drab, and with one quick electrical moment, Presto! Beauty and sparkling lights everywhere. The same old, same old house turns into a beautiful winter wonderland. 🙂
Some mornings, I forget to plug in the Light. You know, the Light that turns me from drab Lisa into Presto! Lisa. And my power source is always available, and never has outages unless I don’t plug in. Jesus says, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” (John 8:12) “Let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.” (Matthew 5:16) Light extravaganza. 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
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