Mrs. Teabody Greets the Day

O brave new world that has such creatures in it. Good Morning from  a cool, starry and blowy Meadow Grounds Mountain where the last hour or so  found the Teabodys stirring,  making vegetable stock, bringing the tea kettle up to boil TWICE and wearing socks all around. The Teabodys shall be hosting quite a festive enterprise tomorrow, and, doubtless, you will be much abused with tales surrounding the event, but not this morning, Gentle Reader. This morning will be devoted to the creative energies of some beloved friends and the effect of loving hearts. Mrs. Teabody placed the above  two "containers"on the dining room table this morning and snapped their picture.. The top one is a delicate bird cage that holds no bird but instead holds a tidy stack of tiny little scrolls. The bottom is a cardboard box sent Priority Mail  from Illinois. What do these two containers hold in common? First of all, both are from females with specially reserved spots in Mrs. Teabody's he

Mr. Teabody with Ming at the Roaring Run Falls October crept in on "little cat feet" in the night following the rumblings of a series of thunder-boomers that brought a much-needed inch of moisture to this water-starved area even as it created a sense of un-ease among those who have reasons both real and imaginary NOT to like such carryings on. The Teabodys' beloved dog, Ming-- now gone missing almost nine days -- HATED thunderstorms and never strayed far away when one was near.  It does not take much of imagination's stretch this morning to feel the fur  of her neck beneath one's foot,  a lick on a foot or ankle -- comforted by human presence and vice-versa as Mrs. Teabody doesn't like them either. How many thunderstorms have passed in this fashion since 2003? Surely, someone still comforts her.  Each passing day finds hope for Ming's return dwindling yet, foolishly, Mrs. Teabody's  eyes routinely peruse the  perimeters of the property looking f