Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
– William Wordsworth
A friend is planting bulbs. I revel in the hope revealed in placing this globular ball into a hole in the earth, tamping dirt around and over it, adding some water, and waiting til spring for stems to rise and buds to form and burst forth.
It’s the time of year when branches of trees hold light as their leaves fall and decompose below.
Meanwhile we insulate ourselves to nourish an inner light.