Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Yesterday the hill was frozen hard as a brick. At some point in the night, the icy winds abated, or shifted into a warmer mode. By morning the ground was sodden again, the air mild, the sky low with damp grey clouds. In spite of the very hard freeze, there by the path to the studio stood this snowdrop, sending out a brave and tentative bud. In the language of flowers, the snowdrop, also called Maid of February (because traditionally it blooms on Candlemas, or Groundhog day as it's more generally called...) - signifies Hope.
I happen to like gray and brown, and moody weather of all kinds, but the darker months can be a challenge to cheer ~ and that's why the winter holidays are here, to boost moral until the indomitable spirit of spring returns. In dandyland, having no patience with the peculiar and wrong-headed Georgian calendar, we celebrate that on the old traditional day, Feb. 2nd - but really the change from sap descending to sap ascending is already taking place. Scratch away a few of the damp leaves and underneath you may see the emerging tips of daffodils, coursing with some sort of vegetal anti-freeze. Owls are already sitting on their eggs - by Easter they'll be adolescents. And yesterday Bobby told me that one of the cows down by the branch has a new calf.
This Christmas Eve we've much to be grateful for - Cebah & I are both in good health, the house is secure and the farm is in good shape ~ and the hillside has a budding flower, right in the depth of winter, signifying hope. Here's wishing all you gentle readers a most Merry Christmas & hope for a year of peace and plenty in 2009.