February 03, 2021
To the Editor:
I am a lucky lady! At my superior age I now have a “pen pal.” Her title is Charlotte Rose. She is my 6-yr-outdated good-grandchild who just started out initially quality and is excited about mastering to write. Hence significantly her misspelled words and phrases look to dance across the paper in no particular order. With follow and her dad’s (my grandson) enable I be expecting to see improvement with just about every letter she sends.
Charlotte life in faraway New Hampshire. Since of COVID-19 we have not been in a position to see a single an additional for a calendar year. Becoming pen friends is our way of trying to keep in touch.
When I generate Charlotte I generally print incredibly meticulously and leave a lot of house concerning each phrase. What do I publish about? Nicely, I convey to her about my black and white cat which sleeps at the foot of my mattress each individual night and keeps my feet warm. I notify her about Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal, who breakfast at my fowl feeder alongside with their wren and sparrow neighbors. I tell her about the squirrel that actually got inside the “squirrel-proof” feeder. I inform her about the substantial sea gull that pecks at the eyebrow window to see if he can get a reaction from the picket decoys sitting on a beam inside the dwelling area.
I tell her about the time a toddler possum climbed into my porch and hid guiding the wicker sofa. I explain to her about a feral calico cat that climbs up a pine tree to attain the deck, hoping to find some nuts to nibble. I inform her about sailboats tacking throughout the bay and about fishermen patiently waiting around for their poles to bend.
Hold in there, Charlotte! Potentially by the time Oct comes, you and I can sit on my porch and with each other share a single of God’s outstanding sunsets as it slowly and gradually slides down below the western horizon.
Jackie “Nana” Ostberg