If you listened carefully to this song ... you know that she captured oh-so-well the melancholy of time passing before our very eyes. One of my favorite aunts ... Aunt Mamie ... told me (the year that she turned 90) that, "The older you get, the faster the years go ... but the slower the days go." So far, I've only experienced the faster part ... but I'm getting a glimpse of what she means by the days going slower.
Yesterday was my first day at home with no "social obligations" in close to a month. Don't get me wrong ... I thrive on those "obligations" and they start again tomorrow in earnest. But sometimes a quiet day ... with only our perpetual errands staring us in the face ... is what we all need. Especially in the hectic pre-Christmas rush ... presents to wrap, boxes to mail, and houses to decorate. (For once, the cookies were baked and frozen last month!) Still have much left to do ... but our house is nearly the Christmas house that it is meant to be. And today ... if you were to walk into our house, you would be surrounded by Christmas ... and then you could look out onto Plum Pond, where the water is frozen and now covered with a few inches of light, fluffy snow. Life is good at Plum Pond!
PS ... Someone thought "Plum Pond" was its official name. No, sorely, no. But I call it that for several reason. Number 1 ... it has no name so mine seems as gooa as any. Number 2 ... we live on Preserve Lane (Plum, Preserve ... yeah, you got it). Number 3 ... and likely the most important ... Laura Ingalls Wilder's books were an integral part of my growing up, of Becky's growing up, and hopefully, Sabrina's growing up ... and, of course, "On the Banks of Plum Creek" reminds me of ... on the banks of Plum Pond.
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