Every time I turn around, I swear I find another dirty dish, another mislaid toy. They echo of family, and life, and the Grace of God.
I hope you enjoyed your holiday weekend.
The guys are moving hay around, preparing for the day when the cows will have to be fed.
I cleaned my house some more… and held off Christmas decorating for one more day… enjoying my fall colors, grasping at the warmth that December will soon leave behind. Darkness comes early, and I yearn for more of the sunshine’s golden yellow, but admit to the side of me that will revel in the icy blue that comes with snowflakes and frigid air.
When air burns your lungs and freezes your nostril hair. When snow squeaks as you gingerly trudge to do morning chores. When diamonds sparkle on barbed wire, and weak light paints the world in blues and purples. When close sounds are muffled by mounds of snow, but the call of an eagle carries for miles, or the lowing of cattle, or the slamming of a pickup door. When closed eyes and upturned face beg for you to add an open mouth and stuck-out tongue to catch every possible snowflake you can. When the sky is so clear and stars so shimmering and so profuse that it hurts your heart.
Autumn has passed and I gingerly open the door to winter, peering into the cold and dark, with the beginning of a smile upon my face.