I’ve probably told you this story before, but if you are a long-time lurker, you won’t mind or you’ve forgotten…

This is a domestic tale told in England to reassure people (women) that they are safe.

Mrs. Brown was a long-time resident of the little town she was born and bred in. Her husband died and her children had left for jobs and marriages in the city. The family came home for her birthday and for Christmas and Easter, but that was about it. They were busy.

Mrs.Brown was busy, too, helping out when someone was sick or needed an exrtra hand with the children, or a pot of cock-a-leekie soup. She learned to make it when her husband was alive because he was Scottish, but she didn’t put prunes in hers, just so you know she was her own person. She lived just off the town square in a house that was older than she was but she’d been there long enough for it to be called the Brown House. Everyone knew it and knew her and watched out for her. It wasn’t that hard. They knew her habits.

Every morning when she woke up, shortly after daylight, Mrs.Brown would raise her blind to look at the day while she drank her tea. It was a green blind.

Everyone knew it.

“The green blind is up. All is well.” If people didn’t always say it out loud, they thought it. If it was slow rising, they knew she was tired, or sick. But it always went up.

Now, here’s my analogy.

My blog is my green blind.

Watch for it.