Winter's Gift

Winter comes lightly to us.  No heavy-handed heat laden with humidity oppressing even the cooling breeze.  Winter allows all things to rest, to take a reprieve from the daily grind of becoming.  Winter is the long awaited holiday from producing, from scurrying here and there to bud, flower and ripen.  Winter says, “Hey I’ve got this, build a fire, prop your feet up and read a good book.”  And if we will have none of the offered holiday winter will double down into single digits, lay a heavy frost on and force us to wiggle deeper into warmth where he knows rest rests.  Yes winter comes lightly; tiptoeing around because it knows it’s our naptime.