Christmas Day 2018

Christmas Day at The Acres: Both the morning walk and the afternoon walk had a touch of snow flurries. Not exactly a white Christmas, but I will survive. Chilly day in case you decided to stay inside by the fire with your chestnuts. The feathered friends were active per usual. Winter's normal crew--chickadees, titmice, juncos, blue jays, cardinals, nuthatches, woodpeckers of various brands, several different kinds of sparrows, goldfinch without the gold, pine siskin, a mourning dove or two. Even a small red fox squirrel--fortunately for him my gun needs repair. The Boss is always thrilled when he shows up though. The pond is covered in ice so there were no red clouds today. The pussy willow by the pond is already starting to bud for its February display. The pond must be pussy willow heaven. The others on my property don't bloom until March or even early April. And they are not nearly as magnificent as the pond patriarch. The wild is filled with bird-life as well--seed gathering I imagine. Otherwise, it's a quiet place to walk. This week, for the most part, I am just enjoying the solitude and quiet. Next week, I will have to do some manual labor--chainsaw stuff. As always, the time at The Acres makes me long for a full--time hermit position. And gives me more time to write a little than when school stuff is required. And more time to read and study. I have slowly started to think through my chapel assignment for the first week of our return--prayers appreciated. I've been thinking and writing some lately on discipleship so the ideas have been churning in my heart for quite sometime. My pine trees have no lights shining on them--unless the moon and stars count. Haven't seen any angels lately--I don't think. But His presence--even on a winter walk is evident. Can't wait to walk with Him in the Heavenly Gardens.