January 12, 2011- Small Stone
Blustering with the Flow - by Teri H Hoover
Huckleberry Trail, Blacksburg, VA- Jan 12, 2011
The wind yowled like a lonely cat.
A darn cold cat.
At some point it had blown hard enough to disarm some smaller branches off the ragged trees. Mostly it had just littered the trail with vines; delicate as the curls on the forehead of a blond haired child.
So today I am like a wind that only blew hard enough to move some of the tiny tasks off my to-do list. And I am quite satisfied with that.
On the flip side I might not have been as strongly supportive to my husband (who is unable to travel due to the weather). It is interesting to see how people handle the non-planned things in their lives. His answer is to plan some more. And right now that is making me smile.