I’ve already begun to hear the stirrings within my own household.  As soon as the white lights and garland were taken from the mantle; the ornaments were put in their boxes and the pine tree removed from the upstairs;  the last remaining remnants of the Christmas season tucked under the house, it begins…

“How soon till Spring gets here?”  “I wish we could work in the garden today.”

“When will the days be warmer?”  “I can’t wait to eat a tomato from the garden again.”

I know Molly would love it if there was a little more daily activity outside during the winter months.  She lives to work and the work load is a lot less this time of year.

It’s not that I don’t want to join her, it’s just that I’m finally beginning to understand an age-old truth.  There is a profound reason for Winter…

Winter brings a peaceful stillness, longer nights for much needed rest from Spring, Summer, and Fall… a quietness, a moment to breathe deeply and long.

All my seeds that are waiting for Spring have been tucked away under mulch.  The leaves from the trees are gone… the trees too have settled into the winter months.

And my animals have grown their beautiful winter coats.

When the stark beauty of Winter blows across my farm…

I am afforded the time to marvel and wonder how it is that a land so barren and cold and seemingly lifeless…

will come alive in a few short weeks, soaking in the warmth of sunshine, performing the miracle of life before my eyes.

It is during Winter that I begin to understand “child-like” faith…

…believing that this season is a season that too will pass, taking along with it the joys and hardships associated only with Winter.

And so, as each Winter day closes, moving me closer to Spring, I take a solitary walk to enjoy the wonder of Winter.

Winter is my time of respite, my time to slow down and recharge.

The anticipated work of Spring will come soon enough…

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but until then, I will sit by the warmth of the fire, dream from my window seat, and create new gardens on paper at the kitchen table while I sip my tea.

When the last of the chill winds blow by and the sun sets on this season of Winter…

And the new green sprouts of Spring begin to poke their heads through the soil, beckoning me to come out and play…

I will be ready…and refreshed.