Winter Solstice Full Moon…

rose big in the East tonight.

staring at the flames and talking…

‘And there is quite a different sort of conversation around a fire than there is in the shadow of a beech tree….dry logs have in them all the circumstance necessary to a conversation of four or five hours,…with a jug of wine between the legs. Yes, let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.’ Pietro Aretino, translated from Italian

into it we go…

‘What a severe yet master artist old Winter is…. No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel.’ John Burroughs, 1866

The Winds are Blowing…

“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” George R. R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

the river will rise to cleanse…

“Autumn wins you best by this, its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.” Robert Browning  

Or, it’s just one big mess…😀

“There is a subtle magic in the falling of old leaves.” Avijeet Das

I have a few trees (aspen, birch, dogwood) that are dropping their leaves for the next few weeks…my neighbors have large maples that will shed their leaves into my yard into December…the ‘beauty’ becomes tiresome by then and the ‘magic’ has lost its appeal by then.

Summer was beautiful…

A beautiful Summer of never ending blooms and beauty. Another wave perhaps, but the Fall colors are emerging. Beautiful transitions.