Winter’s soul-chilling winds have already staked their claim on the calendar, and any balmy respite we may enjoy from now until, oh, say March, will be illusory at best,
Time to load up on crisp red apples from the Georgia hills. Time to finish the wood stacked since last summer, time to move it onto the porch on its dry fibers ready to burst into warmth and brightness on a rain-dark night.
Time to gather family close again, to touch each others’ hands, reminding us of old bonds and new dreams. Time to celebrate life.
via The Citizen http://www.thecitizen.com/blogs/sallie-satterthwaite/11-26-2013/time-care