In Vermont, winter has begun in earnest. My daughters ski in snow-and-freezing rain, then return home to sprawl around the wood stove with hot chocolate and homework. The red tulip bulbs I planted last autumn seem like a dream.
I carry the compost out, and a cold wind rushes over my potato patch.
My daughter makes toast this morning before heading to work in the bitter dark. I remember the winter she was four, and I baked a red velvet cake with her, to brighten our world. Little things, I remind her, are the stuff of our bigger lives. Day by day, towards spring ephemerals.
…. you who want to grasp the heart
Of things, hungry to know where meaning
Lies. Taste what you hold in your hands: onion-juice….— Suji Kwock Kim, Monologue for an Onion
6 thoughts on “Onion Skins. Monday Morning.”
Here we are! The sun broke through this morning and I thought how we will all find a reason to go outside even if it is only 15 degrees out!
Yes! Hurray for the sun!
I love your observations. You’ve conveyed the mid-winter dark and cold so that I feel it!
It certainly is mid-winter here! Thanks for writing in!