Wednesday, February 28th,
Dear Diary,
I'm writing to you by the soft glow of a lamp, nestled cozily under a mound of blankets with Sister Mary Clare and Mini. Despite the blizzard's fierce winds outside, our room feels like a sanctuary, adorned with beautiful pictures and a magnificent crucifix watching over us.
It's our third day at the Living History Farm, and the snow hasn't stopped swirling like powdered sugar. The world outside is wrapped in a thick white quilt. Farmer Tom even tied a rope from the kitchen door to the barn door just to find his way! Can you imagine, Diary? It's so cold that the water in the glass on our windowsill froze overnight.
We've been busy helping Mrs. Judy in the kitchen and following along with the Daily Reading from Sister Mary Clare's Holy Roman Missal. It feels like we're stepping back in time, living out stories from the past. The farmer and his wife are so kind; they've given us their most treasured room to sleep in.
Despite the storm raging outside, it's warm and peaceful in here. The heat gently rises from a lone floor register, but it's our snug haven under the feather blanket that really keeps the chill away. We're safe and warm, a little island in the midst of a frozen sea.
At bedtime, instead of reading from her usual holy book, Sister shared stories from an old book about Iowa's history. It was like traveling back in time without leaving our bed! Then, we wrapped up the day with our prayers, feeling all safe and sound.
Time to snuggle down and dream of sunshine, Diary. Good night!
Hugs and prayers, Kathy
I'm writing to you by the soft glow of a lamp, nestled cozily under a mound of blankets with Sister Mary Clare and Mini. Despite the blizzard's fierce winds outside, our room feels like a sanctuary, adorned with beautiful pictures and a magnificent crucifix watching over us.
It's our third day at the Living History Farm, and the snow hasn't stopped swirling like powdered sugar. The world outside is wrapped in a thick white quilt. Farmer Tom even tied a rope from the kitchen door to the barn door just to find his way! Can you imagine, Diary? It's so cold that the water in the glass on our windowsill froze overnight.
We've been busy helping Mrs. Judy in the kitchen and following along with the Daily Reading from Sister Mary Clare's Holy Roman Missal. It feels like we're stepping back in time, living out stories from the past. The farmer and his wife are so kind; they've given us their most treasured room to sleep in.
Despite the storm raging outside, it's warm and peaceful in here. The heat gently rises from a lone floor register, but it's our snug haven under the feather blanket that really keeps the chill away. We're safe and warm, a little island in the midst of a frozen sea.
At bedtime, instead of reading from her usual holy book, Sister shared stories from an old book about Iowa's history. It was like traveling back in time without leaving our bed! Then, we wrapped up the day with our prayers, feeling all safe and sound.
Time to snuggle down and dream of sunshine, Diary. Good night!
Hugs and prayers, Kathy
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