(Some of the photos below are not current, but they spoke to me, as I wrote this post — I have chosen to share them with you.)
I love summer, there isn’t anything about Spring, Summer or Fall that I don’t like—nothing.
Now, when it comes to winter, I struggle. Still there are things that bring me peace–the babel of the winter birds; the air alive with their voices, the setting and rising sun
A walk on the farm, even in the face of a full force gale—
walking in the light of a winter moon, or even when the sky is only full of frozen pinpoints of starlight.
(This is an old photo—we have no snow here yet)
Even the heavy snow upon the land has a way of lifting the soul.
In winter I enjoy those things that lighten my soul…just like in spring, summer and fall—those things that come alive within me and lighten the long, long days.
Those things that say I am home.
From my world to your heart!