We take blankets for granted. They're always on our beds or folded across a chair when we need one. Like Linus and his famous security blanket, we use them to comfort ourselves and they can't ask for anything in return. Many newborns feel the soft touch of a blanket's fabric before they feel their mother's skin. We collect blankets after tragedies, donate them to the homeless, and we even display them on walls. Others are washed, folded, and stored away where they may never see daylight again.
And then there are the blankets of August. Last night while insects chirped their love songs in the grass, I woke up too warm and pushed a quilt away from my body. An hour later I woke up too cool, groped around in the dark, and pulled the quilt back around my shoulders. August blankets are like that - always on the move.
And what about those nights when the dog is sprawled out on the blanket, making it so you can't pull it up far enough to cover your shoulders? And, of course, you can't disturb the dog...
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ReplyDeleteSomehow your blog showed up somewhere so I decided to click in!
Very fun to read about your world. Hope all is well.
xoxomanette
Hi Manette! It's always a joy to see your name. Thanks for stopping by and reading. Muriel
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