the best skies

peony harvest

flower box

snow outside, this inside

and so much more.

Winter has been good to me.

Bundling up.

Snow-padded silence.

Kids with flyaway hair.

Well-timed cancellations.

Warming the kettle on the stove.

Saturday morning living room breakfasts by the space heater.

The value of every season, in life and in weather.

Shoveling that produces a good ache.

Beach anticipation.

Adventure walks.

Hunkering down.  

welcome to the party

just the mailman

sweet girl

pie dreams

A snow day and The Upper Crust fulfilled my pie dreams today.

our room with a view

2013's word

6 am, the first snow

in the neighborhood

giving thanks

"Amen, amen, amen" means "yes, yes, yes."

Those are the words on my lips these days,

"yes" to a Father who doesn't take a long winter sleep, 

who never crawls into a den, taking a break from me or this life.

We all know summer days.

We say hello to our neighbors and look upwards to heavenly patches of clouds.

We visit farmer's market and buy homemade soaps for our hot baths.

We eat apple crisp and mend sweaters and we remember the good things.

But not every day is a summer day and sometimes I'm the one who needs mending.

Sometimes I'm the one unraveling like an old sweater.

Cold winds, gray skies and long nights are my world

and then I remember "amen."

I "amen" to our Father because the days that I want to crawl underground are the very days that make me glad He doesn't.

When I'm disenchanted by winter realities, I remember that He doesn't lie dormant and that his promises are for all seasons.

-KD

last of the season

icebox

pumpkin pancakes

(photo courtesy of my roomie, Laurey)

driveway reading, cast shadows

back porch, rug and all

treasure hunting

Toolbox turned end table. 

Kelly green on the outside.

Mint green on the inside.