Monday, January 8, 2018

The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.

 Ralph Waldo Emerson

Snow falls like powder, then turns into large swirling powder puffs: dancing and whirling, silent and beautiful as I step out on the deck to capture a few photos the lazy way—with my phone. I’m concerned about the drive down the hill to church, but everyone behaves and we arrive without incident.

Two hours later the snow has stopped, the roads are slushy, and the sky is lighter—save for the fog bank, I take note of as we drive up the hill toward home, that appears to have settled over our neighbourhood.

I miss flowers and gardens and am intentionally looking for things to appreciate during the early January slump: the  cold snap has broken, a handful beautiful sunny days, a series of quiet and cozy home days, evenings with magical moonlight on sparkling snow, a return to healthy eating.

I started Foraging February early this year and we are already enjoying a self-imposed respite from grocery shopping, eating well on the stores we tucked away last fall. It’s a personal challenge I enjoy every year at this time—another thing to appreciate.

This Monday morning as consider the week ahead I see the return to a slightly different routine—one without a  weekly trip to Vernon. And so it goes.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every morning with one of my photos and a few simple words. | Nulla dies sine linea: not a day without a line. | Soli Deo gloria: to the glory of God alone.
2 comments
  1. Lucky you – Foraging February in view because you have the foresight and ambition to store a rich supply of nourishment.

    1. Yes, with every canning jar I open I am taken back to the busy, and gratifying summer months!

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