Rain all day yesterday and now today a gray mist as birds fill the air with chatter, tweets, squawks, caws, and shrieks. 

I’m with these words of Rilke: 

We wasters of sorrows! How we stare away into sad endurance beyond them, trying to foresee their end! Whereas they are nothing else than our winter foliage, our sombre evergreen, one of the seasons of our interior year.

I honor winter evergreen and bare trees, welcoming the place of deepest feeling where sorrow and joy meet, rooting in a rise of gratitude, ease, and care.   

Looking East
Looking West
Looking South and Out

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