Thursday, December 05, 2019
Under The Weather
I’ve settled down, I’m feeling peaceful, I’m quiet, because I’m done. All the yard chores that I was hustling to finish (the wood pile, the leaves, the fire pit, the dead trees, the garden and the compost pile) are done for the season. Oh, they’re not complete. Not by a long shot. They’ll be right where I left them come April.
But for now I can stop feeling underneath a pile of chores because that pile is buried underneath a blanket of snow. Sometimes what we see is not the truth of the situation. But sometimes, just sometimes, it is. At least until Spring.