Saturday, January 23, 2016

Icy Grey


But now she loved winter. Winter was beautiful "up back"- almost intolerably beautiful. Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamour- the purest vintage of winter wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrises. Lovely ferns of ice all over the shadows of the "Blue Castle." Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw. Ragged shadows on windy evenings- torn twisted fantastic shadows. Great silences austere and searching. Jeweled barbaric hills. The sun suddenly breaking through grey clouds over long, white Mistawis. Icy-grey twilights broken by snow squalls, when their cosy living room, with its goblins of fire light and inscrutable cats seemed cosier than ever. Every hour brought a new revelation and wonder.
Blue Castle, by L.M Montgomery.


Gypsy Slow Down


I posted that quote before in a rather long and wordy tribute to the Little Brick House in winter. 
One of my absolute favorite books and to think I now have my Blue Castle. Daily thankful for the refuge of this beautiful house- which means so much more to me because of the waiting, the sacrifice, the long hours of working and saving to buy a place of our own.

My faith has been increased by these periods of waiting, times where I can look back now and see what God was doing. 



Gypsy Slow Down


That thought is comforting to me like these past few wonderful snow days have been comforting, my soul snuggled inside this warm house doing what I want to do; cleaning and scrubbing and crocheting and making and cooking and reading. 

I absolutely love to be at home.
 I suppose the long hours I put in at work during the week make it all the more glorious when I can be. 

Olive and Pepper enjoyed the snow day too. 
They followed me around the house constantly, probably wondering why I was here and determined not to miss anything I might do.

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
-William Blake




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