The weather has warmed.
The rain has washed away any signs of lingering snow and ice.
The Robins are feeding on earthworms, the ground once again soft and wet.
A dark and cozy Winter day, to be savored.
" The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain.
This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency. "
Correct me if I'm wrong, but has the Greeting Card Industry gone to the dogs, or is it solely my opinion ?
At one point in my life, I was a Hallmark merchandiser, rotating seasonal gifts and cards in several local stores. It was a job I loved, playing with all those pretty cards and merchandise, and meeting some lovely people in the process.
At the end of the month, if any of the cards, wrapping paper, or candles showed the slightest of fluorescent light damage, I was able to keep them.
To this day, I still have files filled with old cards and boxes of hand-dipped candles.
It's a good thing too...... because each time I go to the store to pick out a new card, it takes forever to find a card that isn't too crude, common, or just plain ugly, and the choice gets even worse when looking for a specialized card, such as for a niece or nephew.
At Christmas I searched high and low for a decent Grandson and Granddaughter card, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
“There are adventures of the spirit and one can travel in books and interest oneself in people and affairs. One need never be dull as long as one has friends to help, gardens to enjoy and books in the long winter evenings.”
The freezing weather had taken a toll on the wild birds, there were days when not even a single bird visited the feeders. I can only hope our feathered friends, were hunkered down in their cozy nests keeping snug.
Several Christmas's ago, my husband gave me a gorgeous hand-painted piece of glass, featuring all native Tennessee birds, and a Morning Glory vine weaving it's way through an old weathered rail-fence.
Throughout cold winter months it's a perfect reminder of what beauty will soon be returning, when warmer days reappear.
I'm beginning to get cabin fever.
Yesterday the sun shone brightly and warmed my face, it felt renewing.
I spent time in the potting shed, wiping away winter's dust and grime, and arranged a few clay pots, in anticipation of spring plantings.
Today we are forecast our largest snowfall of the season.
Such are the days of winter.........
"Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so."