Cogito, ergo sum

"I think, therefore I am."   René Descartes

I Sit Beside the Fire and Think

  By: J.R.R. Tolkien

I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen

Of meadow flowers and butterflies in summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were

With morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be

When winter comes without a spring that I shall never see

For still there are so many things that I have never seen

In every wood in every spring there is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago

And people that will see a world that I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think of time there were before

I listen for returning feet and voices at the door

A Nostalgic Rabbit Hole

 

It has happened again. A daily jigsaw puzzle pulled me down a rabbit hole....this one of the Casa de Mateus in Vila Real Portugal. 

Just the mention of Mateus has the power to take me back more than fifty years. It was my first and favorite wine.

I new I had blogged about it before and didn't want to repeat.

A search of past blogs about wine led me to the one from September 2, 2012.

As soon as I saw the photo of me with my dear friend Kristina the words miss you, miss you, miss you formed in my mind.

It is a poem I have previously posted. That one was about missing my mother. (November 16, 2012) 

Interesting - both posts from 2012.

Time for me to get on with my day.... but first another read of David Cory's poem:

 Miss You

Miss you, miss you, miss you;
Everything I do
Echoes with the laughter
And the voice of You.
You're on every corner,
Every turn and twist,
Every old familiar spot
Whispers how you're missed.

Miss you, miss you, miss you!
Everywhere I go
There are poignant memories
Dancing in a row.
Silhouette and shadow
Of your form and face,
Substance and reality
Everywhere displace.

Oh, I miss you, miss you!
God! I miss you, Girl!
There's a strange, sad silence
'Mid the busy whirl,
Just as tho' the ordinary
Daily things I do
Wait with me, expectant
For a word from You.

 Miss you, miss you, miss you!
Nothing now seems true
Only that 'twas heaven
Just to be with You.

  

Celebrating From One to Ninety

 

Our youngest great-grandson, Henri, is now one year old.

He wasn't sure just what he was supposed to do with his 'smash' cake. With a little prompting he did finally get his hands into it.

At this point I think he was getting tired. He changes so much every time I see him, which isn't often. 

Henri shared his big day with his great-grandfather Pete, pictured here with his daughter Shalea.

I didn't think about it until we were on our way home, but we really should have gotten a photo of Henri and Pete together.

This cake was for both of them - "Happy 1st Henri"; Happy 90th Pete".

While Henri napped, big brother Louis participated in a chilly Easter Egg Hunt....

....along with cousins Ayden and Greyson.

Ninety eggs were hidden - 30 for each of the boys.

They were still looking for the final two or three when we left.

Somehow we even ended up with an egg.

Bud put it back for the boys to find after the picture was taken.

It was so nice to see everyone and help celebrate two very special birthdays.

I'm so grateful I felt like going.  Being with the little ones always makes me happy. And catching up with my adult grandchildren does too.