today’s snow is tomorrow’s flower

through twists and turns
growth and silence
waiting and climbing
taking root and flying home
may you find the beauty
that was 2012
and mold it into
the magic of 2013
.
see you there
.
xo
.
JEWELRY

through twists and turns
growth and silence
waiting and climbing
taking root and flying home
may you find the beauty
that was 2012
and mold it into
the magic of 2013
.
see you there
.
xo
.

It was a white Christmas, so there was that. There were no cookies, though, baking day having been spent at urgent care with my husband, followed by a home repair emergency.
There were no family visits on Christmas, no going to my parents, and then to my husband’s mother’s, no seeing the siblings all gathered together, no Christmas ham.
But still, it was Christmas.
Ours sons took extra-good care of us, and now we are hoping that this flu doesn’t hit them up.
Things are quiet. There are all-day-long fires and movie marathons and reading marathons.
I read a fabulous book, The Light Between Oceans by M.L. Stedman, it’s a story that will make you cry, about life and love and mistakes and forgiveness.
The day after Christmas was a blizzard. We have 10 inches of white stuff, my little outdoor tree has snow caps that make the fairy lights glow like magic.
It’s almost a new year. 2012 was a mixed bag of ups and downs, nothing terrible for us personally, but many tragedies to mourn in the outside world.
Today, I breathe in the powerful scent of these paperwhite narcissus every time I walk by my kitchen table.
And they smell of hope.
Big, beautiful hope.
Imagine that.

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the flu has flown into our house
this christmas
changing many plans
but still we do our best
to be merry and bright
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flirty santa has lost his mate
and is looking for a replacement
a little pepper to go with his salt
applications can be mailed to the north pole
please include photo
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winter arrived exactly on time this year
jack frost came to play in the night
if it stays cold
it will be a white christmas
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a gift from my father
from years ago, when i was young.
see the kitten?
he knew.
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i think i got my timing just right for christmas flowers
filling the air with the scent of spring
.
three duds this year, that’s a first
no, not duds, just flowers not ready to bloom
yet
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one of my favorite gifts of this year
cedar waxwings come to stay in my garden
their trill was the music of summer
this likeness now, a winter smile
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shorter, colder days
bring longer, cozier nights
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