Thursday, December 21, 2017

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.

 

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.
4 comments
  1. I liked winter when I was a child in Pennsylvania. After 40 plus years in Texas, I still miss the frosty air of a snow-laden winter. However, the adult in me is glad I don’t have to shovel the piles of snow that my parents did. Why must we grow up? Stay warm, Linda.

    1. I missed snow when we lived in WA too. Now that we’re back in Canada it seems like an o,d friend. That said, in another six weeks or so I’ll be ready for it to move on. Happy Christmas, Judy.

  2. These beautiful flowers make me grateful for the spring that’s coming! And it’s a beautiful photo.

    1. It is. In time. Thank you for your kind words, Karen. Isn’t it wonderful to have something to look forward to?

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