Alabama pulled through pretty nicely last minute. and let it snow! all day the flurries fell through the blistering cold. the first full snow of the year so perfectly placed on Christmas day.
full bellies i have from gathered family and friends. full thoughts as well of meaningful gifts. this Christmas has been quite a splendor of surprises and affection. so share with you i will a bit of a poem i received from a very close friend.
these words do mean more than boxes or bows.
tied up in phrases, gifts of the thought.
Not unlike mountains
Not unlike mountains
an unwavering boldness
with a core that penetrates stone
Not unlike the arrow
sifting through unwanted targets
for home
not unlike the moon
with empty newness
and waking fullness
only to rebirth again
not unlike the deserted soldier
whose treacherous young heart
fights brave quick battles, yet
not meant for the vastness of war
not unlike the ocean
with shallow depths
come deep awakenings
not unlike the apple
forbidden sweetness
with a crisp to your liking
not unlike the winds,
she binds,
she floats,
she dances.
She is not unlike mountains,
but more importantly
she is the true girl who will
be to be.
-christian becraft
Dil and i catching the tiny bits of snow. when we were younger we gathered bowls and bowls of snow to store for the rest of the winter. why you ask? well, to make snow cream of course. the snow however never quite kept it's consistency. you think we would learn after a year or so, but we still packed the freezer with bags of melting snow.
snow cream:
2 handfuls snow
1 handful sugar
6 drops vanilla.
mix and enjoy. you get the idea.
quite a splendid treat.
i wish everyone a splendid new year. i hope it is filled with laughter and thrills. fagan
