Simply put, I love this time of year.
The first snow.
Last night,
after traveling in the moonlight from our main cabin to my office in our Wee House,
I wrote this upon my arrival.
Snow beneath my feet,
I walked tonight in moonlight elegance.
Silent.
Pure.
White beauty clinging to every tree.
Welcome winter, welcome.
I had a difficult time turning in last night.
I couldn't close my eyes on the day.
My eyes were fixed on the outdoors, as the moonlight spilled through my windowed Wee.
The full moon lit up the countryside
and I wanted to see every activity that was taking place.
Our land had come alive.
I love the crows.
They are my alarm system, telling me what is going on inside my own little world.
Our 40 acres.
Upon waking early this morning, I found a winter wonderland.
I love the snow. It insulates me.
Makes me want to turn within.
To hibernate.
I have to fight the urge to shut our gate, to close out the world.
For the snow makes me feel buffeted.
Warm fires, plentiful food.
That is enough for me.
And a good book.
THE good book.
That is all one truly needs in life.
But one can't close out the like-minded friends and family
who come to share a visit, a story and a laugh.
They are also our nourishment.
Yes, we are truly blessed with the finer things of life.
One person pretends to be rich, yet has nothing;
another pretends to be poor, yet has great wealth.
another pretends to be poor, yet has great wealth.
Proverbs 13:7
Until tomorrow dear friends, God willing.
