Now It Is Winter

Winter arrives and, with it, the shortest day of the year—starting tomorrow, it’s downhill toward gardening season. And still, no snow.

Butter tarts, a  sweet Canadian treat, are happening here today and probably not much else. Winter arrives, waiting continues. Words are few.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
2 comments
  1. No snow here either – a full moon and rain!
    I am happy it is winter: my favorite season!

    1. I’ve come to appreciate this dark and (usually) cool season, too. Might as well, it’s going to come every year!

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