Friday, February 20, 2009
Cold sunrise over the mountains promising a bright day. The trees are still bare.. a period of waiting, hoping for little signs, warm spots of earth that show green and the tops of shoots. The sky these days is an intense blue but begins each morning pale with pink edges. The graphics formed by bare limbs and twigs frame cutouts of faded grassy pasture, rusty tin of the neighbor barn roof. Yesterday a purple crocus bud by the studio. Today, bitter cold and north wind. Spits of snow have dusted the leaves in the woods outside the window. This last of winter is a slow time teaching me patience and gratitude for warm rooms, soup, good bread and my woodstove.