When I was a child I really liked a song by Cole Porter. It was called “True Love,” sung by Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly. I was too young in 1956 to be a fan of these oldies, but the song was around much later and I always liked it.
It goes like this:
Sun-tanned, windblown, Honeymooners at last alone, Feeling far above par, Oh, how lucky we are. While I give to you And you give to me, True love, true love. So on and on it will always be, True love, true love. For you and I Have a guardian angel on high With nothing to do, But to give to you And to give to me, Love forever true.
If you don’t want to watch the 50s style banter of the movie, “High Society,” just advance the video to about 1:06 to hear the beautiful old love song, “True Love.”
You don’t have to be Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly to be in love. Just look at these pigeon guillemots, resting on the bow of the MV Eden Lake off the west coast of the Queen Charlotte Islands. They are also in love, just resting for a while, and whispering “sweet nothin’s” to each other.
Fast forward to Anneli’s place on Vancouver Island. The last of 2020 is going out “big and ugly.” One of the trees outside my window is leaning and would have fallen except that a bigger tree-friend caught it.
It’s a winter storm to match the one we had in mid-November. Blinding rain blowing sideways.
But, like Covid, it can’t go on forever. Better times await us in 2021.
All the best to you my blogging friends. May we all have a great year ahead.
And love will prevail.