The day’s few hours of sunlight seemed distinctly February-ish — gold wild apples are still frozen to the tree.
November narrows down to the holidays, to that time of Vermont dark. The daughters decide to bake corn muffins — perhaps because of the color.
On impulse, I buy a small jar of raw honey at the co-op. 4:30 now, and the light is that pale pink and blue that reminds me of the sea. We’re warm, we’re well, our house is well-lit with little lights. I’ve stocked up on library books. The daughters are busy with their own stories and studies. I remind myself, It has not always been this way.
Time to close the curtains and start dough for empanadas.
If it’s darkness we’re having, let it be extravagant.
— Jane Kenyon
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Ah Brett Ann, I love the Jane Kenyon quote, thanks! At this time of year, I begin to find ways to enjoy the darkness in extravagant ways, and that might mean something as simple as taking a nice long bubble bath with some beautiful music playing on a Sunday afternoon when it is already dark at 4:30. It’s all good!
Always glad to start a day with Jane Kenyon in my ears. Thank you. And for a reminder to stock up on more candles. Hygge time is here.
Thinking of you these days, Sue. My great sympathies to you….