The bitterly cold prairie winds howled and whispered to me all night. At one point the windows were shaking, it seemed as though my bedroom would be full any moment with freezing, embracing gusts. My coffee tastes especially delicious this morning I’m thinking as I look out onto the farmyard. Bundled in warm pyjamas the fire is creating a warm, cozy ambiance for my morning muse.
Cleaning this old farmhouse has been a discovery, it seems as if every nook has a story to tell. I’m digging up so many unusual artifacts. I had no end table for my bedroom and found an old antique creamer jug that I thought would make an interesting stand beside my bed. Its old authenticity adds a touch of drama as does the little mouse who comes to visit me around 2:00 a.m. every morning.
Cleaning the kitchen cupboards I came across an old matchbox and out of curiosity I opened it. I had the feeling there was much more inside than matches. Sure enough there lies a beautiful rose corsage, yellowed and curled from time. It’s beauty still managed to speak to me. I wondered if this represented love and what the meaning of this meant to the giver and the receiver.
I can answer that question sincerely. As I look around here and see so many personal touches in the window boxes, flooring and old wooden cupboards .. it all speaks of love. I know this rose was given to his heart’s desire and she accepted it knowing her life was finally in the hands of a man she could trust until the end of time.
Love is Love after all.
“She knew that eventually true love would find its way back to her”…Es-tee