Diary of home
Quite the darkest and shortest day of the year.
Last week the snow fell on our narrow winding streets and the wind coming off of the harbour tossed the snow laden limbs of the giant pine to and fro.
We had candles at the ready and a nice plump chicken roasting in the oven
warmed our home and filled it with a cozy aroma.
Today we celebrate winter solstice and there are oranges and cloves and colourful ribbons
to make Christmas pomanders.
Last year there was a house full of friends laughing and celebrating but this year will be quiet.
I have decided to embrace the stillness and solitude.
Handel’s The Messiah plays quietly,
candles gleam in the darkness,
and the scent of oranges and cloves fills our tiny and peaceful living room.
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