Poetry and Humming

She had promised herself that she would never complain about the cold again

after the stiflingly hot summer!

The first step was to think of all the gorgeous things about the colder months of the year.

She thought about log fires and the aroma of apples cooking!

Well, a log fire isn't always available, 

how about a snug warm blanket wrapped around the legs

and a good book?

She read:

"So much of our lives takes place in our heads - in memory or imagination

in speculation or interpretation - 

that sometimes I feel that I can best change my life

by changing the way I look at it."

Pico Iyer

A steaming mug of something hot

So comforting as we read.

A snatch of poetry to enhance the day:

"October"

"O hushed October morning mild

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away."

An excerpt by Robert Frost

She looked up at the candle to let the words roam around inside her

and find a resting place within.

Crochet

Such a rewarding and creative passion

and perfect for the cooler months.

She loved to create new things and make gifts for others.

Her children were grown now.

She had done her best to give them a happy childhood

and to guide them into becoming autonomous.

She had wanted to be the mother that she had never had.

Her dad had been her role model and she knew he had done his very best.

She remembered how he often went about his daily occupations humming to himself!

She realized that she did the same!

Humming

what a wonderful word!

It tickles your lips and resonates within

creating happiness inside.

It's definitely a mood enhancer!

What about winter cooking?

She loved to create wholesome soups and anything at all made with apples

Apple Crumble

She looked up from where she was sitting at a slice of blue sky she could see.

She felt content and snug with the wind howling outside.

She thought about poetry and humming

and these words she'd read in Winnie the Pooh:

"Poetry and hums

aren't things which you get,

they're things which get you.

And all you can do is go where they find you."

Perfect!

She said to herself.

Everyone should hum at least once to try it out,

and she realized that she was doing it again

and it made her giggle!