|frost on my sage plants|
Looking out my window in the very early morning, I caught a flash of ruddy color through the freezing fog. A small flock of robins had descended on my bushes, presumably looking for a breakfast of insects.
|via OSU Extension Service|
I find these months after the holidays the hardest to bear--Jan, Feb and March seem so long and often so dreary. Our winters are usually grey and rainy with not much snow. I am planning a snow camping trip to the Cascades to break up the monotony and have started sewing my owl dolls again.
"looking hard for/ moments of shine/ from twilight /to twilight" Aurora Bjork
And I guess that is the beautiful thing about winter---the dreaming :)