With Christmas festivities over, the tree taken down not until Inauguration Day, a need for light and hope are sought. Surrounded by darkness upon waking it is heartening to see the desktop’s slideshow of my photos through the years living here, mostly of green, green, and more green.

The thirst for green is on, awaiting the first robin which comes much earlier than once thought, even as early as February. The crush of winter upon my body and spirit hits despite the energy put forth to combat it.

A deep achy tiredness descends sucking the life out of me. Resting awhile helps relieve some of it. Which is odd because after a full night’s sleep it wouldn’t seem necessary.

Yet there it is, winter and its effects on brains chemicals.  Exercise, sunshine if it’s there, and around here in winter that’s not much, and a half-hour each morning in front of full spectrum lighting.

The most relief is fresh air, but pushing myself out the door often takes great effort. Yet out I go, and by lap three an energizing within my body and spirit occurs. Fresh crisp air fills my lungs as my boots press the snow down in a nice path, round and round.

Crystals appeared overnight in the frigid temps glittering in the sunshine. Coming indoors after a respite by the creek, the relief of Mother Nature’s curative effects make the rest of day enjoyable. And it comforts to know that activities were employed healthy for mind, body, and spirit.


Waiting for Spring

Photos by Patricia

Some peripheral Christmas décor has been packed away. But the tree and bay window lighting with decorations stays until inauguration. Light is needed, light and gaiety amidst the suffering.

A man in the ICU barely able to breath said, “I didn’t wear a mask. I should have. I thought it was about politics, that it would all go away.”

Tears fall for that man, and others like him.  

Changing the desktop to filter through my photos of flowers instead of Christmas scenes Samuel says, “Looking at flowers is just what we need.”

“I was thinking the same things,” I said as we rocked by the fire, seemingly unable to get started with the day because the fire is so warm and inviting on yet another grey, cold day.

Spring. Waiting for spring…


photos by Patricia

Being home, surrounded by beauty, my body finally relaxes. Staying at the campground due to Samuel’s insistence brought on dire feelings of imminent death to my body’s alarm system. There’s no turning that off once activated.

Everything shuts down, even internal organs. My eyes mist in self-pity thinking of my friend and her husband camping for two weeks without a problem. Or even Samuel, knowing me like he does, but still not getting it. 

But pity can’t last long after a day of rest being home with my flowers, the birds, other critters and all other bountiful gifts nature offers.