The snow is falling outside, although the weatherman insisted we would only see rain. I prefer the snow. It silently falls and covers the ground to make for a quiet peaceful world. It is a wet snow and I know that it will not stay long. The rains that I know will come later today will melt it away in record time if the slightly above freezing temperatures don’t do it in sooner. Yet for now I will enjoy it.
The wet weather will keep me inside today. Working on items for my etsy shop as well as tending a pot of beans I put on for supper. And if time allows I plan to whip up a batch of schnetka for nibbling with coffee later on this afternoon. All in all I know I have plenty to keep me well beyond busy for the day.
Still I long for the warmer weather and the chance to get myself outdoors and my hands into the earth. I found my columbine starting to come up the other day. I want to be sure and tend any brave flowers that may be peeking up from their winters rest a bit too early. Covering with a blanket of mulch so that old man winter will not have the chance to nip them and keep them from their full potential when the weather truly is warmer in the months to come.
I was sure to fill all bird feeders yesterday before the weather did turn as I knew the birds would appreciate the extra attention and goodies while the weather was a bit nasty. I love my feathered friends so. The joy they bring to me is more than I can express. They truly are special little creatures and something I believe so many do not take the time to stop and enjoy. But aren't there so many things that the average man does not stop and realize each day. That is the true sadness in the world. That it is all right at our finger tips yet we are too busy with trivial often worthless things to see the beauty of simplicity. But then anyone who has read any of my prior readings knows that is one of my soapboxes.
Blessings to you and yours this blessed Wednesday. May you have a moment to enjoy a simply joy.
It was an early morning. The wind howled throughout the night, Vincent snored, and Winston kept wanting to sleep on top of my feet. All did their part in waking me often throughout the night. Or possibly it is just the fact that I am a 50 year old woman and interrupted sleep is something I have the pleasure to enjoy for a time. Whichever the culprit, I did not rest well.
Yet sometime when this occurs I wonder if it could be that something else is attempting to get my attention.
Rising before the sun, can be a very tranquil experience. As I sit and write I hear the wind rustle outside the window. The wind chime is playing its’ usual morning song to me when the breeze lends its support. The birds are also starting to wake and their songs can be heard as well.
Winston lays at my feet, fast asleep now, just glad to be able to be near me. Soon we will venture out and start our morning chores. First we will let the cats out of the garage to start another day of roaming. Then Winston will do his morning business somewhere in the yard, and sniff all the places where neighbor dogs and other random animals have placed their scent while I take the trash to the curb for Monday pick up.
On returning to the house, I will drink my morning coffee and jot a word or two into my journal. All will be done in the silence of early morning before the world wakes. The only sound will be the random snore of Vincent still sleeping.
I guess it is not so bad…. It is a time of solitude and quiet. A time to gather myself before another day begins and I try to get all the many things I want to get done… done. A time to breath and enjoy the silence before the noise of another day.
A lazy Saturday. I glance out the window and the sun is shining brightly. I can hear the birds even inside with the doors closed. I long to go outside and enjoy what appears to be a gorgeous day. Yet when I open the door the cold air reminds me that it is still early February. Although I long for Spring I know that Winter still has a bit of a hold on Mother Earth and will take his time to leave for good.
Still I see the signs that Spring is coming. The small hens bit is starting to peek out with it pops of purple. Nestled throughout the yard are dots of yellow from the brave dandelions who dare to show themselves this early. My crocus are blooming beneath my little Oak. Even a different smell seems to flow through the air.
I love when the Earth begins this procession into the coming warmer times of the year. It is a time of rebirth and renewal. Not only for nature but also for us as well. Dormant for the last months, nestled snuggly in our warm abodes we sat and reflected on the things of the past year and planned for the things ahead. Changes we felt needed to be made were noted and we began what we could to see that such plans would come to full fruition.
Now the time where we can emerge from our hibernation is close at hand and the land calls to us to come and enjoy ourselves as the dance of awakening begins. Longer days, warmer weather, green grass, and color seen everywhere as life returns.
Take a moment to venture outside in the coming days. Enjoy the beauty that a quiet still moment spent with nature can give.