Here in the, sort of, North West, winter has come. It is just a few flakes for now which began yesterday but, you know what is coming. I enjoy the fall and there is still the beauty of the fallen leaves to look at.
In the fallen carpet of shades of brown, I do not see dead leaves. For some reason, I see a successful life lived thus far, and the hope of things to come. Winter being one of those things to come. Winter is rest for the soil and rest for the soul. The darker days mean more rest, more sleep, bigger holiday feasting and yet another excuse for coffee treats.
“Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder–no matter how old you became and how much you’d seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.”
“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”–Edith Sitwell
In the promise of the coming of winter there is a shift from browns to a special light. In that special light of winter – the sparkling snow on the ground, lies the hope to come; new life in a new spring. “I pray this winter be gentle and kind–a season of rest from the wheel of the mind. “–John Geddes