Yule

Solstice...the shortest day of the year....marks the real start of the festivities of the season in my world. It's dreadful weather out with freezing rain on top of all the snow we had yesterday, but that can't dampen our spirits. With my last day of work for two weeks behind me, I spent today relaxing. We would have gone outside if the freezing rain had held off....I fancied a day cross-country skiing....but settled for inside decorating, cookie baking, and enjoying the pagan feel of Yule. 

With the hearth fire blazing, the new wine from Vintages uncorked, and my family all gathered warm and visa and safe, it feels like the perfect day. 

Light the candles, bring in the greenery, and feast together, for,  "if Winter comes, can Spring be far behind." And since the answer to that in this northern country is "yes," then let us celebrate the gorgeous serenity of Winter. 

When December rolls around

The snow is falling and the fire burning brightly. The outside lights went up this past weekend, and we will put up the tree next weekend. The house smells of ginger and cinnamon, and the songs of Christmas are heard in a myriad of forms: piano, sax, song, and iTunes. The excitement is palpable.

For December is here, and amid the bustle of shopping and baking, wrapping and decorating, there is an overarching peacefulness. Best heard in the early mornings when the sun shines through frosted tree branches, sending glittery beams scattering across the kitchen; or at dusk, when the light turns pewter, and the world is hushed; or yet at night, when the world sleeps, the cats prowl, and the house sighs with satisfaction at a day well spent.

The run up to Christmas is best. Over the years we have learned to be easy on ourselves, to let the season unfold instead of rushing it. Living in the country, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and snow and sheep, and space, that is easy to do. And when December rolls around, I appreciate it most of all.