Our B&BLD [bed&breakfast,lunch and dinner] has shut for the season, now the house feels disturbingly empty. Even the dogs notice. They go to bed earlier, wake later, their routine has been shaken, they've trouble finding their equilibrium. So do I.
I'm selfish enough to long for a heavy snow. Locked inside for a time. Allowed to sit by the fire, nap, catch up with friends old and new, play with my toys, read a book, plan a trip. Celebrations with the masses are over, time for we time.
I'm not glum, I like this time of year. Traditionally, I say this without benefit of an almanac, these next 2 weeks are the coldest of our year. Dark, gray, bitter January. Perfect for hunkering down. This week not so much...
Instead, it's nose to the grindstone. Resolute in our resolutions. Racing towards the new.
This week, take a breath, remember to honor your past, and while enjoying your winter seed catalogs, seek scented plants. They speak of the promise of warmer days to come.
Toad
all portraits by the incomparable, talented, cherished Inga Moore
all portraits by the incomparable, talented, cherished Inga Moore
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