Saturday, December 9, 2017

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 realized sunset was just a little over an hour away. These dark afternoons are well suited for books and quilts and tea.

There’s no snow on the ground, though some mornings we see a light dusting on the hills across the valley. There’s a distinct possibility that we may be in for a green Christmas—crazy, given the snowpocalypse that occurred in early November. The snow will return, and stay for a while, all in good time.  For now we enjoy the respite.

Meanwhile, the first seed catalog arrived this week and I spent a pleasant half hour or so garden dreaming as I browsed through it. We are, indeed, inching closer to spring as well as the solstice.

Thanks so much for stopping by. 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. I love the quote…we are closer to spring every day! 🙂

    1. Yes we are!

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