My dear readers, unless you are on the Left Coast, you have been touched in some way by the winds of ice and raging snow delivered unto us by Saruman. I, for once, am not complaining, because I get a snow day, which means I am home writing and playing with the cat. Not a bad way to spend a deep-freeze Wednesday in February. Speaking of which, apparently the rodent is predicting an early spring. What do y'all think about that?
Because we're out of January, I am starting to feel the pulse of life again. Feb. 1 was Imbolc, the feast of Brigid, that ancient pagan date that confers to the deepest underground roots and springs the movement of spring. Yes, the snow is up to our hips, but under the layers of ice and frost and frozen top soil, life is happening!
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