I have been thinking this week about Aunt Amy`s post, where she writes about looking at what she has instead of just musing on precious times gone by. And I wrote a poem about it.
It is high in the month of October,
The sunshine is glowing so bright.
But though tis shining outside,
I do not feel a spark of its light.
Where hath the beauty now hidden?
Where is my happy sunshine?
Why am I lost in a shadow?
Where is the joy in these lines?
“Here!” whispers the wind’s blow.
“Yonder!” call the rolling hills.
“Look hither!” begs the dancing willow.
“This is where to drink your fill!”
But I did not care to listen,
For I was sure twas just in jest.
So, I looked at all I did not have
And simply lost the rest.
So this week after my challenge of writing out a word through pictures, I chose to create the word smile. Smile is such a jolly word. It seems as though it`s not applying to an expression but more an attitude. A smile in your heart, more like.
My mom made pancakes for my nephews. Alex likes to have his name written out in pancake letters, and my mother obliges him. I do believe she enjoys it too; you should have seen the robots she made earlier!
There are many things to be thankful about with cold weather coming on. There are long sleeves and sweaters, scorching tea, and cozy houses; the best addition is soup. There is something utterly satisfying in sitting down to a huge bowl of piping soup; it makes you want to curl up around your bowl to breath in its warmth.