My mind wanders . . .

Chill December brings the sleet, 
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
~Sara Coleridge  

Grey  . . . are the days when December veils the world in fog and grey mists.  With dusk each day comes the sweet and welcome thought of lamplight, and book . . .  and firelit room.




No shaft of glory cleaves the skies . . .  the sun cuts a short swathe in it's journey overhead.  Brief is the light and long  the night, as hour by hour the year quickly advances towards  it's death . . .




And yet  . . .  resurrection awaits . . . buried beneath the Winter's frozen tomb.   Dreams of  cups of gold crocus and orchards white with the bloom of April . . .




The sun . . . it feels like the smile of God upon the earth below . . . as the year grows old and the bleak winds blow and days shorten . . . the grieving sky is touched with golds and hues of blue.   Blessings fall as cloud rolls back and light breaks through to kiss the earth.




Shortest day  . . .  longest night.  From frozen hand we take this thing most wonderful . . . that gift which crowns the ending of the year.   The Christmas miracle . . .






Todd has a gold.  I hope its not a man-cold.  Those are the worst.   There has been a nasty cold and cough going around.   Also what they call the Winter Vomiting Bug over here.  I know several people who have had it.   I hope it all misses me.

I got all of my Christmas Cards written yesterday, ready to post out today.  Todd grumbles at the cost, but it is a small price to pay I feel, for such heartfelt feelings of joy.   As I pen each message and name . . .   I say a little prayer, an added touch of love and mercy for those I am thinking of.  It turns what might feel like a chore into something almost sacred for me.   I like that. This might be the only time of year that I have contact with some.   To me it is very special.

A thought to carry with you through today  . . .

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Everything on the face of the earth
is constantly being transformed
because the Earth is alive and has a soul.
~Paulo Coelho
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Cooking in The English Kitchen today  . . .  Slow-fried Lemon and Oregano Potatoes.


Have a  wonderful Wednesday!  Don't forget!


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And I do too!