This morning as I was getting into my car to head out to work, I noticed that my car was covered in crystals. And the sun was shining on those crystals giving loveliness at every turn.
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Yesterday, I was steaming wallpaper off the walls at the Nichol house. I came through two layers of wallpaper and discovered this wonderful embossed paper from the ages. It looks victorian but I don't think the house is that old. So maybe in the 40's or 50's someone wanted a victorian look and went with this embossed pattern. The thing is as I was peeling away the layers and this appeared, I felt like an explorer discovering ancient cave drawings.
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One of my favorite poems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge begins with these lines and they are the only lines that I remember:
The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.
The owlet's cry
Came loud--and hark, again !
loud as before.
I always think about that when I'm scraping my car in the frosty, chilled mornings. Tim claims he took a picture of just when the dew became frost one night while walking the dog.
What a find! That's the way I see my life, covered in layers of wall paper but underneathe the loveliest pattern.
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