This week we celebrated Imbolc, or Mid-Winter. With all of the rain melting piles of snow, there was a glorious smell of mud-and Spring-in the air as explored light and shadow around the neighborhood.
Arriving at the mid-Winter point kind of snuck up on me this year. Aside from one major snowstorm, it feels as though Winter has barely begun here. Temps have been so mild it feels more like the tail end of March than the beginning of February. I have had to remind myself that this is the time of rest, of coming in, so we don’t miss that cycle of our year.
I’m hoping for at least another snowfall or two before we head into the busy work of Spring. Of building the garden beds and preparing our plantings. Of a flurry of outings each week. So we are still nesting and reflecting. Breathing in some home. Finishing some home imporovements-refreshing our spaces. And of course, exploring.
