”Stinker! She’s not even going to turn around,” my daughter, Laurinda says. We’re standing on what must be the sidewalk in front of her new home—the one we’ve spent the weekend helping her settle in to—but is now buried under some of the largest snowbanks I’ve seen in recent memory. The morning air is cold;
I look at an image I captured here a couple of years ago on this day, and it looks far different from the white that is outside my window today. Then, for all intents and purposes, it was spring. Now, not so much. Every year is different, I forget that. I like predictability and routine
Winter all but passes us by. It’s relatively cold just now, but there has been minimal snow all winter. I look at the weather, and photos friends share from places near and far, and it’s as if we are in a bubble. Strange. In the in-between I’m prone to restlessness and melancholy. I wish for
January is different this year. There is very little snow, above average temperatures, and confused crocus and daffodil bulbs poke their heads up in the flower garden. Last year at this time we were in a deep freeze, and the snow kept falling. Now, it feels like we’ve barely had winter at all. We spend
This string of quiet days that have fallen gently, like precious pearls dropping silently on to clouds of fluffy cotton, is drawing to an end. We will spend a (not so quiet) morning at church singing, praying, listening, and worshipping. Today is the day of Epiphany, a celebration of the revelation to the Magi—gentiles—of the
I wake with anticipation: our girls arrive today! The quiet contemplation of Advent is about to give way to the joy of Christmas as seen through the eyes of a child. In these quiet, solitary, early moments of the day, I rest in gratitude. This dark December season has been a sweet one, and I
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.