Today is snowy. Not December snowy: the sort of snow that makes you want to strap on a snowsuit and jump and run and roll in it. It is February snowy: the sort of snow that you want to watch from the warm side of the window with some cinnamon rolls in the oven. It is a perfect day for books, baking, and baby’s cheeks. It is a day for afghans, for balls of wool yarn, for poems and journals and making Reed laugh. I am so grateful for days like today. This is a good life, and I am thankful to be able to stay home most days and care for my son. It suits me, the quiet, the simplicity, the walks and pots of simple food. Money is tight (as usual) but especially on days like today, with plenty of coffee on the stove, a fridge full of nourishing food, a well-rested body, and a happy, healthy baby, I don’t think I could be any richer.
Here’s a bit of a poem I have been enjoying:
…But harmony of earth is Heaven made,
Heaven-making is promise and is prayer,
A little song to keep us unafraid,
an earthy music magnified in air
-from A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997 by Wendell Berry