Gold

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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About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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3 Responses to Gold

  1. 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!

  2. 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.

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