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| November 01, 2021 Wascana Lake, Regina |
Growing ever into the world,
I do ponder about the rain that
was snow, drip dripping onto
the pavement. And it was snow,
lovely light flakes of snow but
still only a taste, a tease of
winter that is the season for
warm soups and hearty stews to
replace the crisp cold salads and
clinking ice cubes of summer.
So I move my patio gnome and
silken sunflower into shelter as
if they would shiver in the crisp
cold of snows to come. I unearth my warm sweaters so growing into winter comes without much thought.
“Trust the wait. Embrace the uncertainty. Enjoy the beauty of becoming.
When nothing is certain, anything is possible.
~ Mandy Hale
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