Not Yet. Settle In.
“The pine stays green in winter… wisdom in hardship.” – Norman Douglas
“Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation.” – Sinclair Lewis
“Not yet.”
Said winter to spring.
“Soon.”
Said spring to winter.
The dance ensues.
Winter takes the lead back from spring.
Beauty and bounty in both.
Slow. Sunday. Settle in.
The call of Sabbath.
Making space, giving way, finding treasure.
“It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.” – John Burroughs
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