In the bleak mid-winter
frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
water like a stone
Deeply glad to see the sunshine return. Saw these intriguing pods on my morning rambles~no idea what kind of tree. But am realizing that I do not always have to have beauty named and defined. Learning to live with ambiguity. Blessing of the wintery days, methinks.
Huh. Dunno what those are, either -- and, you're right, sometimes it doesn't matter. Most people don't know if their Christmas tree, for instance, is a fir or a pine or a Douglas or a whatever. And yet: still pretty.
ReplyDeleteExactly. The examined life can be too much sometimes!
DeleteI love that Christmas song!
ReplyDeleteJust listened to Chanticleer's recording of it~gorgeous!
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