A day book

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For Today:
Thursday
16 April

Looking out my window:

I’ve just glanced up to see snow falling...it’s quite discouraging.

I planted herbs and lettuces and I am hoping that the cold will not kill them. 

I am thinking:

About my Uncle who passed away last night. He was 90 and had been sick for some time.

He was home surrounded by his family and hospice helpers.

I feel terribly for my aunt who has been married to him for over 65 years.
He was in the navy during WWII.

I am thankful:

That even though we are not able to be together because of the Corona virus

my loved ones are safe in their homes. 

One of my favorite things:

My son-in-law who is celebrating his birthday today!

I am creating:

A charmed life. 

I am wearing:

I am still in my pajamas. I’ve thrown on a hoodie because it’s chilly.

I am reading:

My daughter, Hannah, and I are both reading The God of Small Things 

By Arundhati Roy

I am hoping:

That this unexpected snowfall will stop, the sun will come out, and the temperatures 

Will be warm enough for us to be out of doors today.

I am learning:

That the silence and quietude of a world that has stopped is as

Comforting and confining as a warm heavy blanket. 

In my kitchen:

We’ve been having pancakes for breakfast!

My husband and I are both home and have plenty of time for cooking. 

In my garden:

I planted herbs and lettuces in and along side the raised bed.

It felt wonderful to be digging in the dirt once again.

It was inspiring to think of the garden blooming when the threat of the Corona virus has passed us by. 

Shared Quote:
And I heard a voice from heaven saying Write this: blessed are the dead
who die in the Lord from now on.
“Blessed indeed,” she the Spirit,
“That they may rest from their labors, for their deeds do follow them.”
Revelations 14:13
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A moment from my day:

Closing Notes:
I should say that as I have been typing the snow has stopped falling and left not a trace on the ground so that those who wake later will never even know it was here.

 I can hear the birds singing their morning songs.

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The Simple Woman