For most of us, the holidays and the flurry of activity that accompanies them has ended. We are left with our presents, too much shortbread and, hopefully, memorable moments to be stored away and thought of throughout the year.
Now is the time for cleansing. I awoke this morning with a pressing need to tear my bedroom closet apart and rid myself of the excess stuff that had begun to possess the possessor. Sadly, even after I had finished that task I had only to peek my head into the upstairs hall to see more of the same. I think it is time for a break.
Don those mittens and join me for a winter stroll. To my mind there are few seasons that offer so much natural beauty and satisfaction as winter. What, you implore? Winter, the season of bleakness and chills, worthy only to be viewed from behind a pane of glass. True, possibly. But what of these sights:
The wonder of a line of trees,laid bare against winter's snowy
whiteness.
The hardiness of even thesmallest creatures against
the season's severity.
