Frost for the third morning in a row
I feel the cold air seep through the window beside our bed; And on the hands of my three year old who comes into bed for a snuggle I tuck his icy limbs around my own, warm ones I am happy to see it blanket the grass: white harbinger of bright clear days, sunshine on my cheeks as I sip tea and even as I pull a splinter out of my hand from loading wood into the fire, I am grateful. “The leaves are sparkling Mum” And would you believe after breakfast all three boys proceed to the trampoline to “skate” on the icy mat - in socks - and I don’t mind at all. We’re all intoxicated by the beauty, a crystallising of ordinary things and strangely, something inside me (the dread of winter, no doubt) thaws and softens - even as my fingers freeze.
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ABOUT the authorEmily Clare Sims is a farmer and mama to three young boys. Each day she looks for ways to notice beauty, contemplate her faith and savour the seasons... Categories
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