I
look out of the window and see the gray dawn rising, the temperature
a cool -8c.
The weatherman tells of a storm approaching; snow,
blowing snow and cold.
But
I am safe at home looking forward to a walk with the dog.
Others
face a long drive through these worsening conditions.
My
thoughts are with my friend Doug and his wife Lynn who face such a
drive.
Be
safe my friend...
Now
back to my post for this week ..
There
goes January:
January
has taken it's turn for this year and February steps in.
How
quickly the days, months and years disappear into history..
Yesterday
we celebrated my daughters birthday, ** years ago she was brought
into this world, now she is a woman and I am older and wiser(?) and
the wheel of life continues to turn.
This
train of thought brought to mind the song by an English comedian Mike
Harding
January Man
The January man he
walks abroad and woollen coat and boots of leather
The February man still brushes snow from off his head and blows his hands
The man of March looks through the Spring and he wonders what each year will bring
And he hopes for better weather
Through April rain the man goes down to see the birds come in to share the summer
The man of May stands very still watching the children dance away the day
In June the man inside the man he's young and wants to lend a hand
And he welcomes each new comer
And in July the man in cotton shirts he sits and dreams of being idle
The August man in thousands takes the road to find the sun and see the sea
September man is standing near to saddle up and lead the year
And Autumn is his bridle
Then the new October man he takes the reins and early frost is on his shoulders
The poor November man sees frost and fire and wind and rain and winters cold
December man looks through the snow to let eleven brothers know
That they're all a little older
Then the January man comes round again in woollen coat and boots of leather
To take another turn to walk along the icy road he knows so well
The January man is here for starting each and every year
Along the road forever ~ Mike Harding
The February man still brushes snow from off his head and blows his hands
The man of March looks through the Spring and he wonders what each year will bring
And he hopes for better weather
Through April rain the man goes down to see the birds come in to share the summer
The man of May stands very still watching the children dance away the day
In June the man inside the man he's young and wants to lend a hand
And he welcomes each new comer
And in July the man in cotton shirts he sits and dreams of being idle
The August man in thousands takes the road to find the sun and see the sea
September man is standing near to saddle up and lead the year
And Autumn is his bridle
Then the new October man he takes the reins and early frost is on his shoulders
The poor November man sees frost and fire and wind and rain and winters cold
December man looks through the snow to let eleven brothers know
That they're all a little older
Then the January man comes round again in woollen coat and boots of leather
To take another turn to walk along the icy road he knows so well
The January man is here for starting each and every year
Along the road forever ~ Mike Harding
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