It’s dark by 5 p.m. now, as winter sidles in. I think of the pioneer peoples in log cabins – how did they survive month after month of snow and wind and vicious cold? Nothing to complain about, here in the warm house, looking out at the still-green garden, the birds pecking at the feeder, the cat curled up, asleep as always, beside me.
Oh my; on this gloomy Sunday, my heart is light. I woke to a friend’s email congratulating me on the