Poetry Thursday (on Friday...again)

WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND?
by Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing thro'.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.

Day Four...

This is the truck I am able to use to get to down the hill - thank goodness for it, because Michael is still having to go to school. The chains on the back tires make an amazing difference. We have left Priscilla's car at the bottom of the hill (not that we had any choice) and are using that to get around.

The deer protection nets look like snuggle blankets for the trees.
It's pretty weird to have this snow for so long. However, after watching the news this morning I have resolved to change my whiny attitude and be thankful it's not much worse.

What a Difference a Day Makes

Same scene as The Blah Day, but a slightly different look!

For those of you who know my aversion to this fluffy stuff, you may be surprised that I feel fine about life now. Maybe it was the "two steps forward, slide one back" walk up the hill because even the truck couldn't make it up the first steep corner. Yes, even with Todd at the wheel. Maybe there's more blood pumping to my brain.

Today the snow went away and blue sky appeared. Kind of pretty, if I do say so.

I hate snow. Really.

When we finally got back up the hill the power was out. Sure, why not? No heat, no light, no toilet filling, no refrigeration, no cooking...that kind of power outage. A phone call confirmed that there was no power in sight because many people were indeed without power in many parts of the west coast. K. Then we settled into the situation, and wound up being a little disappointed when the lights came on 5 hours later. It was kind of fun "roughing it" with quiet (really quiiiiiiet), and candles. And cooking fabulous burgers over a camp stove, courtesy of Todd's super-human qualities.

But we did decide to get a wood stove!

Gray Day Blahs

Some days like this are delightful, snuggle in with a cup of tea and read days. Not this day. This is a gloomy, maybe life will have meaning again someday day. Here's a picture of it outside.

It's cold and wet and no amout of mental getting a grip seems to be doing the trick.

Still, there are hopeful signs. I am getting laundry done, which means I'm not immobilized.

And I'm blogging, which means I'm not withdrawn.

Maybe lonely, bored and without much to look forward to is the issue. Yesterday I learned that the church is having a children's choir for Easter, so I won't have a choir project to do.

I guess I was hoping.

Yet there are seeds to plant starting this week and see how we do raising them in the new greenhouse this spring. How can that feel gloomy? It manages to today, but probably tomorrow everything will look better, more interesting and brighter.

A Rebel's "Poetry Thursday" Post

To begin with, Thursday was CRAZY. You don't want to hear about it except to say WAHOO - FAIRMOUNT HOUSE IS RENTED! regarding a portion of it.

So I didn't post a poem on Thursday.

Being the observant type, I noticed that Meg really didn't either. She posted a quote from a children's book. It was as profound as some poems, but definitely prose.

So, I'm posting Thursday's poem on Friday, and it is not a poem. It is a quote from the book "The Princess Bride", which is quite different from the movie while detracting nothing from it, and is a must-read for Princess Bride afficianados.

Buttercup looked at Westley. "You all right? I was worried about you back on the bed there. Your eyes rolled up in your head and everything."

"I suppose I was dying again, so I asked the Lord of Permanent Affection for the strength to live the day. Clearly, the answer came in the affirmative."

"I didn't know there was such a Fellow," Buttercup said.

"Neither did I, in truth, but if He didn't exist, I didn't much want to either."

Certainly not as profound as Meg's or as lyrical as Priscilla's, nor indeed as inspiring as Laura's, but I enjoyed it anyway. I hope you enjoy it also.

More proof, and home

Looking south from the lighthouse.

(Of course, the three pictures of Todd that were actually taken will never appear in the blogosphere.)

Snuggled into my couch spot with my book in my jammies - aaaahhhh!
Of course, Michael decided after we got home that he did in fact want to go to the costume party that night. He was assigned the costume of Phoebus from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, and we think he looked pretty darn good! Pris and I made a pretty good team getting a costume made in about a half hour. And he had a great time. (Three of his friends went in the assigned costumes of Peter Pan, Prince Philip and The Prince.)

Proof

The view north from our all-time favorite restaurant, Tidal Raves in Depoe Bay, Saturday lunch.

Sunset Friday.
Yaquina Head Lighthouse
I think even Todd felt short.
The lens from the inside, over 130 years old, still functioning.
Did I mention 110 steps up?