The first snow of the winter fell here this morning, covering the garden and making life harder for the birds as they search for feed.  It will accelerate the movement towards Nature’s resting and waiting,  which this year has been postponed due to the mild autumn. We can learn from this cyclical process, which reminds us of necessary elements in our lives also, especially when we pass through moments of difficulty or transition. Sometimes resting and not knowing is natural and waiting is the wisest thing  we can do.

I am a book of snow,
a spacious hand, an open meadow,
a circle that waits,
I belong to the earth and its winter.

Paolo Neruda