“Winter, winter on the way
bitter cold she bring.
Winter, winter on the way
hard and deadly thing.
Winter, winter on the way
everybody sing.
Winter, winter on the way
and after winter…”
From “Winter, Winter” by The Waterboys.
I love this time of year: steam from nostrils; condensation on windows revealing messages previously scribbled with damp fingers; sharp inhales of breath; senses feeling more focussed; stars seeming brighter and clearer by night; striped scarfs, cozy gloves and wooly hats; my rediculously padded parka jacket that instantly makes me feel like an extra from The Empire Strikes Back; the heat of my cheek from an open fire; hot, wholesome, soup and a glass of Merlot.
It still feels like early November, but I know the remaining six weeks or so of the year will disappear as they always do.
So this afternoon it was out with the old bike to retune it to face the daily commute through the colder months and into the garage with the new model to preserve it from grit, rust and corrosion.
We plucked the last of the apples from our tree and harvested the remaining vegetables from the garden.
It was nice to look back at the glow of the house lights from the darkening garden. It was good to take stock, to recognise provision – to rest and be thankful…
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