I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Afternoon on a Hill"

Friday, December 12, 2008

Waiting for..., something...


The "last roses of summer" are still blooming...,

The animals are soakin' up the sun...,

Some of the Christmas decorations are up...,

It's Dec 12 and the sun is shinning brightly. The garden is still blooming and more than half of the leaves are still clinging to the trees. It's another beautiful day in the Foothills.The weather report says a storm is going to move in over the weekend. That will be a first for us. I am beginning to think that we are going to have a very mild Winter this year when we badly need a heavy snow in the mountains and rain to fill the rivers and reservoirs.

The full moon lights up the night. (Silent night, Holy night?) It is the climate of this season many, many years ago, in a country far from here, that allowed two people to find shelter and have a baby, without snow, or wind or rain. It is the quiet before the storm of history that has produced an amazing 2000 years of belief that boggles the rational mind. I don't know what to think of all this, but I celebrate and I hope, and wish for peace in our world..., and I wait for Winter to come.
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4 comments:

Jo said...

Our winter has already arrived. As I sit at the computer it is difficult to keep my mind from drifting. I have always been a captive audiance when the snow is falling so peacefully to the ground. This year we had our first snow a good two weeks before Thanksgiving, which is very rare. i think there is a message in that for us to keep everything well stocked this winter.

Have a great weekend....

Becky said...

This is a beautiful post. I love how you compared our fair weather to what may have been for the birth of Jesus. Your decorations are so classic. Very nice.

castlewon said...

lovely pictures.
I'm crossing my fingers, hoping for rain as well. Every time I turn on the tap I feel the level of the water fall in the reservoirs

Karen Deborah said...

Isn't it rational that a God who is love would send His on to be our way to find His love? Makes perfect sense to me. your decorations are lovely. How is your dear little mama fairing?