That never wrote to me,--
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
Judge tenderly of me. Isn't that what we want? For those around us, especially the ones we love, to look upon us with compassion and understanding. If its not already obvious, the snow is falling down and I'm unsettled today. Not sure why. But Yours Truly is aching for a little hand holding at the moment. Nope, there isn't a moral or a lesson here. If I knew how to fix the problem, I wouldn't be writing. As a child waiting was always hard for me. It still is.