24 hours

Yes, what a difference a day makes. We knew it was coming–the early polar vortex–but it doesn’t make it any easier to face.

Yesterday–

2014-11-08 04.04.52Today–notice all the geese and ducks gathering for their last big feed before fleeing south. Last twilight, the five swans lifted, circled the whole lake twice, and disappeared for good. It was breathtaking.

2014-11-09 21.38.07All our winter prep tasks are done, so now we’ll sit in front of the fire, read about foreign lands and distant times, cook soup, and snuggle beneath a heap of feathers and fleece at night. Winter here enforces rest and reflection–which aren’t bad things. Here’s a shot of the geraniums at the beginning of their long wait until spring.

2014-11-08 04.06.15

A friend recently shared a beautiful Rilke poem with me, and on Veteran’s Day, I want to share it with you.

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall
Go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going.  No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
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