Mrs. Teabody Greets the Day

Howdy,  stranger? So long, friend! ~ "Any Place I Hang My Hat Is Home" Good  moonlit morning from Meadow Grounds Mountain where at first waking glance - - first daylight, all outdoors had the quality of being covered in snow. Moonlight will do that to the senses: keep one confused about day and night, confused about bare green-less ground and snowcover, confused about a body part aching when, in truth, a heart is breaking . . . Mrs. Teabody is very sad today because in less than twenty-four hours, Mrs. Teabody's esteemed and generous friend, Lady Glass, will abandon her beautiful home here on the mountain and move far, far away--eighteen MILES!-- Alas!  Lady Glass resides in a unique home as it straddles the very top of the mountain and the judicious planning and workings of the past nearly quarter of a century  have given the Glasses the rarest of home locations. One can stand in the kitchen of Lady Glass's home and see the valley and mountains to...

Image by Beatrix Potter from The Tale of Johnny Town-mouse   Shiver, shiver, Gentle Reader. Little skiffs of snow are wedged along the cracks and crevices just outside the windows at Chez Teabody, but that is no bother to the well pajama-d and sock-footed Teabodys sipping on their hot tea and chatting this morning about the brilliant writer and illustrator, Beatrix Potter, and her take on Aesop's fable about the perils of life for the city mouse. Potter takes the original fable a step further having Johnny Town-mouse visit his country counterpart, Timmy Willie, and drawing the conclusion that "one place suits one person, another place . . . another . . ." which Mrs. Teabody - -who likes to drift around in a slighter wider sphere than some - - agrees with as she is always happy to find her way home. As is the affable Mr. T. The Teabodys ventured from their  sunny-banked nest Friday last taking on the perils of the motorways in their brandy-new car which has as...