Into the Winter ...

As Fall flows gently down the stream of life, day by day sauntering into eternity, we see the approaching of old man Winter. His frosty freezes and ice daggers demand introspection, rest and slower movement. They call for renewed long conversations with friends and family, earlier bedtimes and clothing which muffles us into walking textile samplers.

The headlines scream Swine Flu and War and Murder Most Foul, but the scarlet maples, burgundy Burning Bushes, brown Oaks and Yellow Ashes hint, mention, insinuate ~ better get your long johns out. Lay in the cocoa and popcorn supplies. Get some new woolly gloves.

Here comes Winter.