Winter’s arrival marks the end of a calendar year, but it does not mark the end of life.
In a way Winter is the real Spring – the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature. -Edna O’Brien
The tools get cleaned and put away, the beds are all tucked in. It feels like the end of something. In actuality, Winter is a pause, a time of recollection, and a time of action. Before Spring can blossom, Winter prepares the plans and goals for the next three seasons. Winter is not idle. Winter is full of courage and hope for the homestead. We research new projects, gather seed catalogs, and journal new plots. No, Winter is not a finality, it is a time of rebirth.
What are your winter imaginings?
…the color of winter is in the imagination. -Terri Guillemets