|Me 'n my friends|
Although Punxsutawney Phil has predicted another 6 weeks of winter and the heaviest of Colorado's snow normally comes in early spring, it is time for my Snow People to pack it up and disappear into the basement.
In late November as the Pilgrim People were traipsing down the stairs, the Snow People, the Elves, the Shepherds, the 3 Wise Men and the Snow People paraded up those same steps. At the end of the Christmas season, most of that crowd departed, but the rule is to allow the Snow People to remain until Valentine's Day so the house is not totally bereft of holiday cheer after Christmas.
This is my whimsical way of marking the changing seasons, which puts a quiet little smile on Beloved's face to see me playing with my toys.
Times are so desperately serious (this week being no exception if you keep up with the international news) and we need to be aware of what is happening in our world. But at the same time, a little whimsey is good for the mind, and most especially while the wind is blowing the snow outside.
A cheerful heart is good medicine,
but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.