Saturday, December 2, 2017

MAGIC IN THE MORNINGS...



   Almost 5 a.m., outdoors.. 
   A big round moon is lighting up sheer shreds of silken clouds this morning, and the creek is soaking up and sending back that light to us as well. 
   The heavy frost on roof and ground is gleaming, and the valley mist is glowing. 
   It is really magical and lovely--25 degrees or not!--and there is not a whiff of wind to make that cold feel bitter.

Friday, December 1, 2017

GREETING THE NEW MONTH, DECEMBER...

   3:30 a.m., and a restless dog paces in the cold outdoors. A clear sky is peppered with stars, and the creek waters beam in the light of a bright moon waxing to full. 

  The air is still, and at 30 degrees, frost is beginning to form. It feels sharp on my skin, and I hope my big dog doesn't forget why he so urgently wanted to be outside; what he wanted to do, and where.   

As for me, I think of the warmth of my quilts and the comfort of fresh hot coffee, however early. 

And I welcome the new month, December.  She has her own beauties, and she brings in the Season of Christmas.