I am not a farmer, but I was raised by a farmer. To a farmer, the year begins in the spring, not on January 1. George and I have had this discussion many times. He has done much more actual farming than I will ever do and he thinks the year begins on January 1 and ends on December 31 just like Helen. For me, Spring is the beginning, be it a year, a process, or a life.
Hannah is in the Spring of her life. Winter is where I stand now, in my life and my year. Soon, Spring will be here and a new year will begin. My life will still be wintering over.
Have you ever heard of anything new wintering up?
Hope springs eternal. Winter wears thermal.
2 comments:
In my life I missed fall....I never had a fall.
I like that hope springs eternal...winter wears thermal. It is cold here.
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