Spreading the glow of candlelight in these final weeks of winter has proven crucial in buoying sagging spirits and inspiring thoughts of spring and summer, even if the weather has us wondering if they will ever come again.
Our icicles haven’t been this long in years, and I can’t recall such a sustained string of freezing weather. At least a thick blanket of snow is acting as insulation for the garden that slumbers beneath.
Themes for spring and summer have been whispering to me of late, each finding confirmation and encouragement in the wispy currents of the universe. All will be revealed in good time. For now, the needed and necessary toil of the final weeks of winter. We trudge onward, we trudge through, we trudge in the service of something new.
‘There is nothing new under the sun.’
