”Come, ye cold winds, at January’s call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew the earth.” ~John Ruskin
If it means I can watch skies such as these while I wait for snow, then I am happy even if we don't get a flake.
A sickle moon, pure and bright as the snowdrop that emerges on the ground beneath.
I love winter gardening and how while the earth sleeps, there is slow time to do those jobs that you haven't got time to do in the spring. Being outdoors, looking up and seeing fire in January skies and then feeling my face glow from a fire of dried brambles.
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