An early December note

I'm breaking my publishing hiatus to share this December note.

It's 23 degrees here at the farm. There is a glazy pinkish haze of ice on the grass and low shrubs. It is so still, not even a bird chirp. Except I did see the wild geese fly, and they lovingly positioned themselves so I could see them from the warm pile of comfort on my couch near my fire, where I am squished into fabric with my two dogs. In our large …