Here is the picture of my lovely piano sitting in our former living room. I had snapped this to accompany my email to friends and family of things I had to sell before the move.
And here is the same piano, same picture in our new condo. Oh, I had a buyer for the piano but a couple of weeks before the move my husband heard me playing and told me later we just had to keep that piano. I'm not sure which gives me more pleasure--knowing that my husband sensed the great loss I would feel when the piano left my life, or actually still having my beloved piano which I stripped and refinished when I was pregnant with Beth, oh so many years ago.
Back on the beach at Grande Ocean, Hilton Head, I was captivated by this forlorn chair left facing the sunset, empty in the cold, as though bracing for the long night to come.
In Sea Pines once more I crept close to this bird who seemed in a bit of a tizzy but never flew off.
He is on the edge of a lovely lake so rich in swampy stuff it looks like land in these shots. Nature is fascinating. How can my eyes see one thing and the picture show something else?
Today the sun is shining and all our snow has gone except for the old dirty pile across the street from my window. I look forward to the day when the large dumpsters that the construction guys have parked will be taken away and we'll just have a lovely little park to look at.
And here is the same view a few short days ago. The temperature soared to about 10 Celsius above freezing and all our lovely snow melted away.
Never mind. More is coming.
1 comment:
Oh I don't blame you at all for keeping the piano.
So many memories attached--and one always need music!
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