First Snowfall For Lovers 2

 First Snowfall

For Lovers 2

Tourtiere was ready and resting on the table with a light salad, bread and a bowl of fruit. We sipped Yukon Jack, my favorite next to the fire while waiting for the pie to cool slightly. In my opinion there is no spirit like Yukon Jack. My lover bears to differ but smiles at me and puts his arm around me. The sky is beautiful tonight.

Dinner was finished and we cleaned the dishes. More wood in the fireplace we sat on our large sofa covered in a quilt and listened to music while watching the snow fall. We both fell asleep quickly. We had been working all day on the clothing boxes for distribution at the high school in a few days. They were all ready and marked to be picked up soon.

We both fell asleep keeping warm under that cozy quilt and warm fireplace. I heard the clock strike three and awakened with a heavy warm feeling. More blankets had been piled on me. My lover had awakened earlier and tended to the ember-ed fire. During the night it had almost gone out. I was so happy we had the old wood cook stove heating the far end of the dining room. I set a pot of coffee on it to perk. My Lover was now out on the porch bringing in a load of wood.

The cat was at my feet and the kitten on my head! I got up when I saw him take a light to the chicken house.

I was warm but put on my shoes, a light sweater and my apron. The bathroom was cold with no light. Power must ave gone out. I placed a small candle in the shower with the door closed so kitty would not wander into this room. This would provide light until morning.

Luckily I had put the coffee on and the house smelled aromatic and enticing to sit and have a cup. I just finished putting a big pan of cornbread into the oven when my Lover came inside. He smiled and blew me a kiss then said “Your idea for using a drop of olive oil on top the water to the chicken water from getting frozen really works! Je vous aime.

Amour. Votre amour est très important pour moi. I meant every word about his love was very important to me. We had both come a long way from sad memories in our lives. Sometimes and mostly more than often it is the parting of a loved one that hurts. The flashbacks, little moments of memories that follow. That loss teaches us about the worth of things most dear in the chambers of our hearts. We had coffee and cornbread. The animals were safe and fed. The house was warm. We made sweet passionate love right there. It's all about finding an honest lover. A pure, selfless lover. A lover who looks at your heart and admires what it has been through, understand why it is the way it is, and loves it anyway. We both felt this way about each other. That is why we work well together. Falling asleep for a few hours we are awakened by pounding on the door and our hanging bells clanging. It is Fritz and Kimmie. They are nearly frozen to the bone. They are put by the fire and offered hot coffee and cornbread with honey. I remembered the

Tourtiere and set it in the oven along with some squash. We had plenty and would feed them tonight.

©Julia A Knaake