Bliss Visits Philadelphia

What can I say? A rhetorical quandary. The EAGLES WON THE SUPERBOWL!!!! last night. Philadelphia poured back into the streets. Fireworks resounded throughout the region. What a game, what a win!

Now it's a morning of pink clouds, sunlit crystals, and smiles.

Keoni sent this from O'Hare Int'l in Chicago where he was delayed for NINE hours on his trip from Georgia to Iowa. He made it and so did the suitcase.

From Keoni on Sunday waiting in O'Hare.

Around my own environs there were.Eagles shirts everywhere, Eagles flags flying from car windows, green, following the benediction at the end of Sunday's church service the postlude was "Fly Eagles Fly", followed by an irreligious rendition of "Raise You Up on Eagles Wings" by the choir and congregation, and a local Mennonite church displayed Soar with the Eagles on their outdoor message sign.

And, I can anticipate Aidan's district concert and get there with my pony Subaru this coming weekend. It is dead of winter, so I'll not attempt to get to Keoni's two weeks in Iowa that culminate in a weekend of concerts this month. He's soloing with the violin and with the viola. His Aunt Sandy in neighboring state Missouri got tickets and hotel reservations already. Weather is a factor since this is driving from mid-Missouri into Iowa. Here's the website... Southeast Iowa Symphony Orchestra. Scroll down a little bit to the concerts.

Jeanenne has sewn together the top of the quilt she has been making...

It's king-size so not all visible. You get the idea.

Sandy continues her pencil drawing adventures with a rendering of this latter day of your's truly...

The grey days have outnumbered the sunny, but here and there winter's imprint is, gratefully, illuminated by the sun...

A couple of frozen nests await spring occupancy.

Afternoon with the moon.

On the opposite end of bliss on life's spectrum lies paperwork. There was much. Many days these past two weeks were grey and wanting in splendor. Perhaps a bit of gratitude slipped in, after all; my mind and body can still sift this stuff. And, some Jonquils from friend Pat sat on my desk...