February’s Browns and Grays
Structure visible “January and February are my favorite months. I like the bare branches of trees, structure become visible, and the subtle colors, all sorts of varieties of browns and grays that are...
View ArticleFinding the Fruits of Winter in the Witt Winter Garden
Witch hazel “But the winter was not given to us for no purpose. We must thaw its cold with our genialness. We are tasked to find out and appropriate all the nutriment it yields. If it is a cold and...
View ArticleThe World All a-Glow
Bedazzled by lights “Until one feels the spirit of Christmas, there is no Christmas. All else is outward display — so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn’t the holly, it isn’t the snow. It isn’t...
View ArticleIslands of Warmth
Last month’s full moon “The cold has the philosophical value of reminding men that the universe does not love us. Cold as absolute as the black tomb rules space; sunshine is a local condition, and the...
View ArticleHandmade Christmas Cards
Painted Christmas card, an ornament tree I am getting fewer Christmas cards with each passing year, probably a reflection of my giving fewer cards as well. Still, one of life’s joys is finding...
View ArticleIt’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
My Christmas-season place mats Now that I’ve no little children in the house, I’ve severely edited my Christmas decorating and obligations. Still I do cherish and enjoy the few Christmas-y moments...
View ArticleA Birthday Story for Christmas
December 25th was designated the day for celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ by Pope Julius I in the mid-300s. Since Christmas is a birthday, I thought I’d share with you a beautiful birthday story...
View ArticleSnow Day! A Gift of Time
“I love that snow is mineral, falling as billions of temporary stars.” — Diane Ackerman, Dawn Light: Dancing with Cranes and Other Ways to Start the Day Weeping poplar, snowy landscape “”They seem...
View ArticleLaboring Like the Snow
Snow day. Bring out the sleds! Like Snow by Wendell Berry Suppose we did our work like the snow, quietly, quietly, leaving nothing out. I appreciate Wendell Berry’s sentiment, but snow makes me want to...
View ArticleThick Was the Snow
Snow-frosted branches “Thick was the snow on field and hedge And vanished was the river-sedge, Where winter skilfully had wound A shining scarf without a sound.” — Charles Causley, “At Nine of the...
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