WINTER DOLDRUMS. . .

I'm writing this in pink in hope that I will cheer myself up a bit.  I seem to be sinking into a "winter funk" and I don't want to do that.  Cold weather usually cheers us up around here for obvious reasons but January often sends me into a state of blahs.  I stood at my window upstairs for a long time this morning.  I watched the horses--most of which are heavy bred mares--and a mother with a new baby by her side.  There were ducks on the pond.  The water was sticking to the limbs of the trees almost in anticipation of knowing it was going to freeze.  Sam's sweet pitter patter of boot stomps came running up the stairs yelling, "Nana, Nana!"  Ed brought people home for lunch from out of town.  One was from Chicago and he seemed to appreciate being in the South--eating Southern food, watching peacocks strut and flare on the deck, and hearing about the grandchildren's deer hunting stories.  How blessed we are and why am I so sad?  The "Son" shines even when there is no "sun".

And I am thankful for it.