Simply Balisha: how can I not respond?

Friday, February 13, 2015

HoW Can I Not Respond?

How can I not respond?....Sitting here reading a few posts from others, and just itching to touch the keys. I love this blog and can't seem to stop. The chair is still most comfortable. Maybe I can post a short one....just to keep on going.
Your comments are so lovely......I am so touched by the out pouring of love and prayer.
I'll leave with a ...

Simple Pleasure of the day....

Sitting on the edge of my bed, at 2:30 am eating a cinnamon muffin..... made by my neighbor, Terry...So good!
Balisha... Hugs

Winter Time

Robert Louis Stevenson (from A Child’s Garden of Verses, Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and blows Its frosty pepper up my nose. Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding-cake.