“And thou shalt have joy and gladness; and many shall rejoice at His birth.” Luke 1:14
Every morning I dread getting my winter things on to walk through the frozen snow to the chicken coop.
But each day I’m glad that I went.
The fresh air is restorative, and I see things.
Recently, I was walking from the coop to the stream to get water and I startled an entire flock of mourning doves out of a tall pine tree next to the pond, they make sounds when they fly off with a flapping of wings and incessant coos of alarm. I was sorry I disturbed them, the sun was shining into that pine tree and I think they were cozy on the branches together, in it.
(I just looked out the window and saw a scarlet cardinal sitting in a leafless bush.)
Another day, I was trudging back to the house and stopped in my tracks to watch honking geese fly overhead. There were four in front, then the typical v-formation, followed by some stragglers. They flew beautifully low over the house. Oh how I wished I had my camera.
Yesterday morning, the sky caught my attention.
It was baby blue, a baby baby blue.
I went back to the house with a frozen egg, and a good egg, put them away, and took my camera outside for a small walk in the 19 degree morning; the children all had a two hour delay and I had already made *a blueberry pancake and bacon* breakfast.
(The pond is hidden under the snow.)
(The sun was just about to come up, making a beautiful sky.)
(snow covered road that always makes me think of donuts; my pj’s and boots)
“Nobody was awake so early and I had all the great hill to myself, and it was so beautiful that I could have thrown myself down and kissed the earth itself. Oh, sweet and good and loving Mother Nature! I choose you for my own. I will be your little lady-love. I will hunt you out whenever you hide, and you shall comfort me when I am sad, and laugh with me when I’m merry, and take me by the hand and lead me onward and upward till the image of the heavenly forceth out that of the earthly from my whole heart and soul. Oh how I prayed for a holy heart on that hillside and how sure I am that I shall grow better! And what companionable thoughts I’ve had all day for that blessed walk!”
The Life and Letters of Elizabeth Prentiss
I’m always thankful that our house faces directly toward the morning sun.
(Sherlock enjoying the morning sun.)
Cornbags are a simple comfort and a joy during these freezing cold days. I went to Agway to get more dried corn, and when Grace said, “I need a corn bag!” I was able to jump up and say “Let’s go make one!” They only take a few minutes to make and become an important warming device for cold toes. I sat down and made one, then Grace made one all on her own (so proud). We used thick, warm flannel that I bought last year when Hannah was visiting.
I did a post a few years back on how to make one, if you’re interested click HERE
“Oh come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our maker.” Psalm 95:6
“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.” Luke 2:14
“And ye, beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps, and slow,
Look now! For glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.”
Edmund H. Sears, It Came Upon a Midnight Clear