It seems I’ve had many distractions to draw me away from getting back to my blog. My longtime friend, Rosalie, asked if I would let the blog go after getting on face book and I said “no.” So Rosalie, this is for you. Granted a little late but I’ll explain why if I can.

I hesitate to lay blame on the weather for most of my family and friends have had much worse to endure. However, once feet begin sliding on ice it becomes a great equalizer. I’ve always heard a person could drown in a cup of water. So if that be true, then a half inch of ice can bring down huge trees, power lines, old ladies and anything else that can be bent, broken, or collapsed.

I know in the area where I live it is true. My grandson works for a power company who has the responsibility of keeping trees and shrubs cut out from under the power lines. A half inch of ice can be devastating. I don’t remember the weight ratio but I was amazed when he told the destruction it could cause. A couple of years ago we had ice accumulation all over the south part of our State into the north part of Arkansas. Crews worked night and day to get power back for people over an area so large it was weeks before power was restored for all.

The pines that line the front of our property had limbs dragging on the ground. Each one of the pine-needles was encased in ice and the limbs simply couldn’t hold up under the weight. However, the fact we didn’t get the high winds they predicted saved them from losing limbs and/or being uprooted and falling onto the street. Becky said during the night she could hear limbs cracking and then falling. She was afraid they would hit the car, garage or house but they missed it all.

I’ve taken some pictures of our yard and will try to get them inserted to the blog. If they don’t show up it means blogspot is still not working properly. I don’t know what they’ve done but it sure is not helpful. I hope wherever you live you have managed to survive this onslaught in an historic weather year. I have kept the feeders and bird baths full, the cat population seems to be none the worse for the wear and Mandy is sleeping it off on the couch.

I play with my hobbies and I’ve long since given up sledding, making snowmen or angels in the snow. It’s more fun and less rigorous to stay inside and look out. It’s funny how our enjoyment changes over the years and our view of a good time. I have lived long enough to enjoy comfort. In fact, I demand it. For all the years I sacrificed comfort for many other things, I have come full circle and find what a good companion it is.

Life lived is all in the eyes of the beholder………

Essentially Esther