Frozen Pipes

To begin with, it's much too cold to sit on the porch this morning. I'm afraid it's rather unfriendly. The ice pools that have leveled inside the planters make it clear that winter is here. However, I have a plan that you'll like. We're going inside, by the fire, to sip one of my favorite winter cures. I'm inclined to share Nonnie's individually wrapped biscottis. Gingerbread-Pecan will go well with our Cider & Spice from R.W. Knudsen.
Simmered with orange slices, it's naturally delicious with no sugar added.

This morning the pipes to the kitchen and washing machine are frozen. An icy obstruction is limiting the flow of fresh water. And I'm reminded that my pipes get frozen too. The windpipe specifically. My dear readers, I let icy obstructions limit the flow of fresh encouragement that comes from my mouth.

The moment the sound of rhythmic drops of water force their way through the faucet, I am ready to use them. Those precious drops I've waited for that were paralyzed at the source. How a timely word is the same!

I will encounter countless people today who have been living with plumbing problems. They are used to limited amounts of fresh water or live with leaky faucets that waste fresh water, only to collect in plastic buckets under the sink. Stagnant. That pains me. How refreshing a good word is!

Any moment, a gush of frigid water will splash into the waiting tub below. I will position the handle over to the hot supply line and use it well. It is so much more effective.

A thank you, a simple note, a brief call, a prayer... all good protection against frozen pipes. Mine are thawing!

Hope it's been restful,
Alis