I’ve been busy with projects around the house, outside as well as inside! Here is another peek at what I’ve been doing in the hallway. I will give more complete views at a later date.
The back half of the hallway is a big part of the transformation and will take some time to improve. What you see now is just the plywood subfloor. Ugly, right? More later! Stay tuned! 🙂
Thank you for joining me on this journey. ❤ Penny
Copyright (C) 2024 Penny Wilson
Bits and pieces some chipped corners broken fragments missing new pieces new memories replacing old ones The cracks and fissures reinforce the patchwork and heal the fractures these create a collage of times and places of loves and losses memories bind the debris and fragments that tell the story of my mosaic heart Copyright (C) 2024 Penny Wilson *Thank you to my friend, Chuck at The Reluctant Poet, for your inspiration, your wisdom and most of all, thank you for your friendship. <3 <3 <3
I finally released her from my grip and she burst out the front door and into the cold December morning. It was the most magical of all days; a Snow Day!
A Snow Day means not only do you get to play in the snow, but there is NO School that day! This is a miracle to a child.
She looked a little like the Michelin Man, as she made her way to the lot behind the school and I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.
I guess I’m a little overly cautious. I insisted on snow pants, heavy jacket, gloves, boots and hat. She tried to tell me that her friends were waiting, that she needed to go, now! But I wouldn’t turn her loose until I was satisfied with the layers of clothing.
She shuffled through the fluffy snow; her breath making little clouds of vapor in front of her as she walked/ran toward the sound of the other kids.
Crossing the little bridge, she slipped just a little as she got to the other side. I gasped at the sight, but only a foot ended up in the creek. The boots she had would keep her warm and dry.
Being a parent has a special kind of reward. Despite all the headaches, the tantrums and the growing pains, parents get to see real magic because of their kids. It doesn’t happen all the time.
There is the wonder on their face as they see the lights on a Christmas tree, or discover that first hidden Easter egg. It’s watching the world through your child’s eyes and seeing that world with the joy and innocence that they do.
I’ll never forget the first time we watched the Wizard of Oz together. Through Michelle’s eyes, I was fascinated by the ‘Good Witch’ and terrified by the ‘Bad Witch’. The Flying Monkeys were frightening and I came to love the sweet Tin Man.
As my daughter reached the snowy meadow and her friends, I could see the excitement on her face. Her cheeks were red from the cold and she was grinning with delight. Along with the others, she climbed the gentle slope to the top and waited her turn for the sled.
Standing in my living room looking through the window at the crowd of children across the meadow, I was witnessing a miracle. I was seeing the kind of magic that only a child can fully appreciate.
I was seeing the magic of a Snow Day.
Copyright © 2017 Penny Wilson
** This is for a prompt on Sue Vincent’s blog. If you would like to get in on her weekly prompt, you can find out all about the fun here. Sue gave us the beautiful photo above and the word Magic. So this is my humble little offering: Snow Day Magic
Damn you.
I swore you were right here.
I touched you, I know I did.
As I come back to myself, your scent lingers.
Damn you.
I ache for your touch.
Closing my eyes is futile. You’re not here.
Leave my heart be.
Stay out of my dreams.
Damn you.
(C) Penny Wilson
*The original piece was written in 2017. This one is slightly revised.
The walls are permeated with the laughter and tears once shared.
I fill the room as best I can with today’s sunlight.
I open the window, but the breeze does not sweep away the past.
A life once lived clings tightly.
My fingers touch a picture frame.
Frozen in time, you cradle a child.
I can feel the love in the smile on your lips.
Your fingers gently brush the hair from my face.
Behind my eyes, I’m swept away.
I am once again, safe. Warm. Loved.
You always smelled of lilacs.
Today, your memory is as vivid as yesterday.
Other times, your face is but a faded shape in the mist.
You are always with me, a part of me.
Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson
*Today would have been my mom’s birthday. She will always be a part of my life. Happy Birthday Mom. ❤
Sometimes we spend so much time and energy thinking about where we want to go that we don’t notice where we happen to be.
―Dan Gutman, From Texas with Love
Sometimes it’s hard to leave the past behind. Past experiences, past loves, past places all seem to follow us and haunt us. You don’t have to forget about the past, but don’t let it cripple you. Be sure to see each day with new eyes. Savor each one, because you never know when you might be experiencing your last one.
Faces on curled pages Yesterday's tokens cherished Promises on yellowed paper Moments waiting to be remembered
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
**This is in response to Sue Vincent’s Photo Prompt
Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson
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