second winter at the mod lodge…
the fundamental, ages-olde magic of the season & its holidays are never lost on me, nor does winter ever diminish in its ability to inspire awe that is as restful as a pristine blanket of snow
thankful we can heat the sturdy-therefore-energy efficient open spaces of our mod lodge with only moderate cost increase, grateful for the passive solar warmth the south entry wall gifts us, we relish the season of bare trees, frost and snowfall.
the artisty of winter, Jack Frost paintbrush in hand, the shushing of tall, old growth trees in our wooded back yard as they sway to the blustery winds, advise us on purposeful rest and the promise of renewal. the season suggests we should enjoy what too many sadly call “bad” weather
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