It is so dark and stormy outside. My house feels cold and empty. It seems like the days are getting shorter. It makes people sad, like there is a depression falling over our homes.
One thing I like do to is turn on a few lamps in the early afternoon. It sends a gentle light throughout the house. Those driving by, or walking by our house, will see a light in the window. They will see that someone is home. . . That someone cares about this place. . They will see that light and feel welcomed and warmed.
It's time for me to turn on a quiet CD of songs by Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby.
I will turn on my kitchen lamp, put on my apron, and start cleaning. Soon it will be time for the early evening's errands. I will have to go out. But before I do, I want to make sure everything is neat and pleasant and happy. Mr. White will have the wood stove on, for when I come home later. I will see the pretty light in the window, and feel welcomed in my own home as I walk through the door.
I don't want to have that bad feeling when I come home tonight - the one of dread, because I left the house without cleaning first. I want to come home to order and beauty. . . and a little lamplight to make me smile.
Blessings
Mrs. White
Oh, please, let it be like - The Mission House.
Reminding Myself - Education Must Not Be Rushed.
One of Those Days - When Mama Falls Asleep on the Job.
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