Good Rest

Good rest! And as you settle in,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember that the light within
Still glimmers through this day,
That you might, with a gentle pow’r,
All suff’ring cause to sway.
With sparkles of divinity
Each blessed soul is born.
The image of Eternity
Marks every blessed form.
And all who come to honor this
Will banish human scorn.
And so, with ev’ry breath you take
To Spirit you give voice.
Be mindful that it’s love you make;
It is a holy choice.
With ecstacy your birthright,
In every day rejoice!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.

Fast Away…

Fast away the old year passes,


We’ve been waiting for this. For snow. For cold. For a productive gray sky and clean north wind. For a sense of something normal, however fleeting.

It’s been somewhere in the neighborhood of 2 and a half months since there was any appreciable moisture from above. October and November netted us a whopping .16″. That’s less than a quarter inch of precipitation in 61 days. Today’s snow might leave behind as much as the last two months’ total, and we’re glad for it.

Long term forecasts show the dry weather continuing. But for one dreamy Sunday, we have a little Winter.

As this old year passes, it’s time to consider what may be passing with it. Drought combined with rising water costs signal the passing of my original vision for the flat corner lot. So, before it has become a fully expressed garden, I will begin taking it in a new direction. With so many questions yet to ask,  Gardenhood goes on.

Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,