Christmas is put away. About now is when I usually settle in for the warmest season of all - winter. The season of knitting, quilting and reading by the fire. But it’s still not winter. Yesterday my daffodils popped out of the dirt! I’ve seen them in February, maybe January, but never in December. Never. The chicken coop is slick with mud. My kitchen floors resemble the coop as one of my flowerbeds has become a slip-n-slide to the dog who hates baths. We towel her off in the garage but she’s wily and fast. In short, I’d be really happy if the ground would freeze. Not a polar vortex mind you, just a steady cycle of 25-35 degree temperatures with nice snow and no ice, until around March 1st when I’m fine for the air to warm and the snow to melt and everything turn green and lovely again. I’ll put away my knitting, scrub out the fireplace and buy some seeds.
Who is ever happy? Never everybody all at once, least of all me. Who complains when winter is warm? What dog owner expects to have clean floors? The fact is, I can nest, whatever the weather is doing outdoors. I just like the idea of a fire on a snowy afternoon. But real life is messy with the completely predictable and with total surprises. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I pray you have a perfect week no matter what each moment brings!
~ peace & prayers,
My writing supervisor, Scout, looking particularly clean today.