From last year. I haven’t actually seen the first flake of snow this season. But, I have seen the magnificent winter night sky full of stars and the clearest of winter moons. It’s a season with its own rather stark beauty.
“In winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity” (John Burroughs).
It has been a mostly unseasonably warm fall and winter (so far) until the last few days, enjoyable for activities and the heating bill, not so great environmentally. Going out to get groceries and gas this morning, I wore my heavy coat for the first time since last February or March. I realized how much I truly dislike wearing a winter coat. Yes, I was plenty warm, but I felt like a stuffed bear getting in and out of the car wearing that bulky garment.
Nonetheless, grateful for a beautiful day, warmth, and a trunk full of food, I headed home, where I will fill the bird feeders and set out a new squirrel feeder loaded with corn. I finally gave in, in hopes of giving the birds a little peace. We’ll see how that goes. Enjoy your Saturday!
And, here’s a blast from the past for you: Winter and the Faith of a Pantheist