“The tapestry of her family was woven together with threads of love, that although weathered, had stood the test of time and grown lovelier with each passing season.” By Lois Macdonald
The rich aroma of perfectly roasted coffee merged with the sweet fragrance of yesterday’s memories, the delicate promises yet to be fulfilled, and the heady scent of today’s possibilities. Staring into her cup, the young woman marveled at how one could brew such an intoxicating blend within a matter of seconds when it often took hours unraveling the mystery of misplaced car keys. Joy was her centerpiece, and its welcoming appearance inspired her guests to revisit past adventures and comical misadventures. The makings of an excellent book. Surely angels had brought her into this world, and she was confident, she would leave the same way. She also believed those same angels continued to guard over her and her family from a polite distance. The theme of her story would be “all about love,” and a life well-lived. A love that ran so deep, it was forever embedded in the hearts of everyone who visited. This book would be dedicated to the Father, who first taught her “all about love.”
When Leaves Must Fall -by Lois Macdonald
There comes a season when leaves must fall. When the wind beckons them home, leaving only faded memories in their stead. Reflections of love and family embedded forever in the recesses of one’s heart. Such as the day “love” first arrived and carved its intention in the face of the magnificent oak tree that shaded our front garden. Those initials had weathered many a storm and yet continues to stand as a proud reminder, that love will prevail. The fruit of that declaration continue to cry out from the worn tire tube that swings enchantingly from her outstretched arms. The giggles of generations of offspring who played here still echo on occasion, in distant dreams. The young woman traced her finger lovingly over the carved heart that represented her family. She watched as the last leaf twirled and fell, gracefully dancing about her feet. Closing her eyes, she smiled and agreed that another lovely season had come to an end, and she would welcome the winter’s rest.
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