Imbolc\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Cold Moon<\/p>\n
We have hoarfrost on fences, tree limbs, shed roofs.\u00a0 I looked out yesterday afternoon and it fell to the ground like snow from two big cottonwoods.\u00a0 Shrubs appear limned in light as the morning sun refracts through the hoarfrost on their branches.\u00a0 We have a white, soft landscape that carries the long shadows of morning in their full definition.<\/p>\n
This February has been outspoken in its winter voice.\u00a0 The woodchuck in Pennsylvania saw his shadow, so we might have a February and early March filled with cold and snow.\u00a0 That’s ok with me.<\/p>\n
I’ve been waiting for the gardening bug to hit me, usually it happens around New Years.\u00a0 It did a bit.\u00a0 I got a couple of seed catalogs and spent time sifting through them.\u00a0 Then, however, the feeling went away, submerged I guess by the unrelenting nature of this seasons winter.\u00a0 Kate says it’ll return and I hope she’s right.\u00a0 We’ve got a lot of garden that will need care soon, well, relatively soon.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile I get messages from Mexico, Georgia, Singapore and Bangkok, places where winter either never happens or lands with a light brush.\u00a0 Watching Burn Notice last night I felt for the first time a pang of envy at the easy way the characters moved the Miami climate.<\/p>\n
It’s been a busy time for me, something I generally embrace, but I also love downtime.\u00a0 I’d better not keep writing here or I’m going to write myself into a fit of melancholy, not what I want or need right now.\u00a0 So, Vale, amici!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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