Well, this week it seems we have definitely come to Winter. The nights have been frosty and snow is forecast. I spent some time today potting up my geraniums for their winter sojourn indoors. Yesterday and today the morning sky has been beautiful but harbinger of a day that will then come to an end around four.
Talking to one of the writers on Sunday she was telling us about her imminent departure to foreign climes to escape the winter and we all said we envied her. But do I? I adore the sun, of course, but there is something about this season which resonates with the moods of the creative mind. Maybe it gives time to write because there isn't a lot you can do outside. Or maybe it is a fallow season with all the energies gone underground to germinate and prepare for new growth in the Spring. That's not to say that there can't be a spot of Spring in the middle of winter when one of those ideas unexpectedly starts to sprout and you're presented with a huge bouquet. This season of the four is a profound one and one to meditate on.
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