Winter wanders
round the paddock - with sticks and fallen logs and curving branches we fashion wigwams, secret places to crawl into and whisper stories - Winter wonders are mundane things made magical: frosted fenceposts, ice crystals on the lawn, cut glass hanging in the window catches the late afternoon sun and makes rainbows dance on the ceiling, baby blowing farewell kisses, Winter warmers: every single ray of sunshine, frothy milk with cocoa, socks on our toes, five layers against the chest, conversation in bed he curled around me curled around a hot water bottle, blankets pulled up to our necks - Winter work numb hands packing cold eggs, building blocks and train tracks - brooding baby chicks, boxes of belongings opened and sorted, bon fire blazing (the broken crib, rocking chair) earth tilled, turned, weeded, mulched, seed-studded, Winter woman lets the season wash over her: the difficulties and the beauty - and the more she lets herself slow down, lie dormant, the better it feels, to be laid bare wintering
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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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