Here are some rocks along the beach at Peaks Island. During those cold winters nights around the kitchen wood stove, when the games of Old Maid, Crazy Eights and Gin Rummy got old, Mom pulled out her boxes of Jigsaw puzzles. She had about ten boxes hidden away in the dining room closet. One was an image of horses gallivanting around in a corral, another was of an old covered bridge in fall, still one more was of a snow-covered mountain top scene.When she tired of them, she traded with her friends or bought one or two cheap at a church rummage sale. We all enjoyed doing puzzles. Four kids gathered around a tippy card table made frigid nights go fast, and she got the job done. She kept us quiet and entertained for hours. I'll not forget those fun-filled evenings.
Life's a puzzle. Put it together!