Saturday, October 08, 2005


Sore throat, achey bones, cups of tea and jammies
roaring fire, naps on couch and cuddles from my little one
rain outside, chicken noodle soup and no chores to be done
in the garden today.


Blogger jac said...

A lovely piece, Sandy ! So simple but gives out the meaning like a hoarding, congrats !!!

4:56 PM  
Blogger Sandy said...

I've never written a poem in my life. I don't know what came over me. I think I have a fever.LOL.

6:07 PM  
Blogger sonia a. mascaro said...

Hello Sandy, I would invite you to make a visit on my Blog "Leaves of Grass". Regards from Sonia, São Paulo, Brazil.

7:33 PM  
Blogger Sandy said...

Hi Sonia, I have visited your blog briefly before. When I am feeling better I will spend some more time. Thanks for visiting me and I am looking forward to seeing the plants that you grow in Brazil.

8:12 PM  
Blogger Boxwood Cottage said...

Oh I hope you're feeling better soon Sandy! But of the sound of your beautiful little poem you have it very comfortable at home and that'll help I'm sure!

1:12 AM  
Blogger Alice said...

Oh Sandy, I do hope you will be feeling much better very soon. At least the weather is conducive to staying inside; so frustrating when you are not well enough to work outside when the weather is good. Though I guess it's getting pretty cold all each day now, is it?

2:51 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

Thank you Carol and Alice. Hopefully it doesn't last too long. I have too much to do to be sick. It doesn't get as cold here as it does in the rest of Canada. I usually can garden most of the year.

9:08 AM  

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