2.21.15 The solace of deep winter's rest is my solace also.

The solace of deep winter's rest is my solace also.

 I love summer. I do. Flip flops and one layer of clothes ; 

lithesome evenings spent sitting out, listening to the forest and meadows hum. 

And spring; fall.

 But growing seasons are so...vibrant. Bright (aargh). Colorful. 

Always, when I was about to have a baby, I hoped for a soothing, rainy day. 

And so, it goes. Our deep winter. Restoration.

In preparation for the explosion of growth, birth and activity

 the coming seasons of light and warmth will bring.


                                                                                                                                                  T 2.22.15