winter has emptied this grape cluster, leaving behind its essential structure. i feel pleasantly emptied at the end of this year, profitably poor, energetically depleted, burstingly spare. ready for a very active hibernation.
wild grape vine in winter
more or less straight
just finished a free-ranging discussion about the trials and temptations of high school and college students these days. i’ve concluded that my kids have bent a few rules, in a more or less healthy way, and generally reverted to the straight and narrow. #moreorlessproud
winter prairie stem
i’m not sure i’ve ever seen quite so passionate a tango-esque embrace between two essentially non-sentient beings. i hope your holidays were full of love, offered and accepted, between you and as many beings as you were able to accomodate, sentient or not.
wild grape vine tendril
christmas day is one of our favorite days of the year. our christmas day morning ritual has evolved over the years into something sacred and immutable. we get up a little bit late. we start a fire in the fireplace. we make two large caffe lattes for mom and dad. we bake two sleeves of wonderfully awful pillsbury orange rolls. the kids open their presents, and fight a little bit. we all open the presents in our christmas stockings. we burn the wrapping paper in the fireplace. we lounge for a little bit. and then it’s on to our extended family gathering. it’s been a lot of years now. it’s starting to look a little bit like a religion. you’re welcome to join us, in fellowship.
as the year reaches its end, and the start of a new year, i appreciate how hard these very old fern leaves are working to resemble buds.