These days of winds and colds.

A painting by Ian Fairweather.

Here on the side of the mountain the west wind has arrived and the fire is burning to keep the house warm.  The birds are busy seeking food and sun and we all await the rising of the sap and the flow of the honey.  Days are spent gathering sticks and preparing for a journey to see children in distant parts.  The potter warms his water so as to keep throwing the clay orbs and a hearty lunch is prepared for sustenance.

How lucky we are.