Well, it's that time of year again. You know the time, when we're racing towards the Winter Solstice and the mornings are getting darker and darker. Today there was a little skiff of snow making me grateful I didn't have my 90 minute (each way) commute to work.
These are the days when it just seems cold out; even just looking outside from a toasty house elicits a little shiver. When there's that pearlescent quality to the sky, I find myself unstinting on extra oats for the goats and extra feed for the poultry. They're adjusting to the cold, though I notice they find it easier than the wet we've had for weeks and weeks.
I find myself in a minority at this time of year. I love the stillness of the dark mornings, sitting with a cup of tea and a book, maybe while some yarn scours, other is in a warming dye pot, and still more is in a warming mordant bath. The dogs sit at my feet chewing their bones. The world is quiet and peaceful. There's space to think and just feel and consider what will come in the hours and days ahead.
As I see it, there's no stopping it. There aren't enough bright hours in the day to daylight savings time winter away. Better to just enjoy it, be grateful that you are warm and cozy, help others who aren't; pause, have a cup of tea and revel in the stillness.