Old pages, warm lights and gentle wandering.

Sitting on a cozy, spacious leather chair and ottoman. The allure of dancing flames from the fireplace site. A sip of warm tea and a delightful mincemeat pie delights the late evening.

The room, lit only by candlelight and fireplace, helps direct eyesight to frosted window panes and the most recent perennial and annual seed catalog.

The room smelled of old leather and musty pages of older bindings. The life of winter was in no sight of ending.

Boughs of holly still hung in frames of windows, and icicles hung from eaves, but the thoughts of spring could not defer this time of year.

Dreams of the emergence of new life, tree buds, daffodils, snowdrops and primroses fill the air with sweet scents.

Puffy, drifting white clouds, conscious of past, present and future. Only God knows of this.

Recognize his existence and blessings upon us, whether it’s winter, spring, summer or autumn.