Isn`t it wonderful how having a Christmas tree in your home, adorned in all it`s splendor, can make you feel like a kid again. Our tree is a mishmash of hand-me-down ornaments, memories of the children growing up and now ones that are hand-picked with precision and taste. I love them all.
This one I purchased from a little shop in a small town a few years back.
I held it in my hand today and thought about the
beautiful elephant that passed away at the Bowmanville' Ontario Zoo this week.
Her name was
Limba and she was 50 years old. I`m not a fan of zoos but I am a fan of elephants. I found it sad to think that she had lived her long life in such an unnatural state. After listening to the staff at the zoo talk about her in the news I realized, though, that they did really love her and gave her as much attention as was possible.
One man cried as he talked about her personality and how she loved to walk in the local parades. He said that she loved the company of children.
So, Godspeed
Limba. I`m sure you are now where you should be; with a herd of elephants in their natural environment. You are home.
hugs, Deb
