Winter joins us today.
And my peach tree is starting to bloom because of her.
Though I'll admit I'm not so much welcoming her this year at all, nor perhaps now each year to come.
I think I've reached that uncertain age where I can confidently make such a bold assertion.
Instead I am just assigning myself to her steady recurrent presence.
Meeting her with a comfortable yet equally icy reception.
I am going to be counting the days waiting for Spring...
the warmth, the sunshine (oh, the sunshine) and the smiles that seems to so easily bring...
But I will move through her with grace.
I'm planning to create another record of her visit with weekly pictures just as I celebrated the Summer, every Monday, because she does still hold beautiful things in her grasp.
I don't have to be her friend but I will be a congenial host.