It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. Laura Ingalls Wilder Inspired by spring-like days in the middle of January, I stop at the grocery store to see if the season has changed there too. There, I find the most beautiful pale pink tulips. Simple happy.
For it is in giving that we receive. Francis of Assisi Gerry and I enjoyed a lovely Christmas morning at home, complete with stockings in bed and gift opening by the light of the non-traditional tree. Mid-morning, we journeyed to nearby Vernon where we spent some time with Gerry’s mom (who was not having a
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind Welcome winter. Today is the shortest day of the year; it’s all downhill toward spring come tomorrow.
The rapid nightfall of mid-December had quite beset the little village as they approached it on soft feet over a first thin fall of powdery snow. Little was visible but squares of a dusky orange-red on either side of the street, where the firelight or lamplight of each cottage overflowed through the casements into the
Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge The sweetest part of this ever-darkening month is found in afternoons and evenings when we read companionably together yet off on individual adventures without and within. It’s made all the more delicious this
I heard a bird sing In the dark of December. A magical thing And sweet to remember. 'We are nearer to Spring Than we were in September," I heard a bird sing In the dark of December. ~ Oliver Herford The other day, around 2:45 in the afternoon, we noticed that it seemed dark and
We turn to stories and pictures and music because they show us who and what and why we are, and what our relationship is to life and death, what is essential, and what, despite the arbitrariness of falling beams, will not burn. ~ Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet Relishing the dark silence of the