Picking Winter Fruit

In these short days and long nights many  people I know move into a funk zone. I am especially grateful for the birds as winter takes over. I can depend on their flight, chat, antics, grace…to bring a glow to a dim day. When one lands in the midst of crimson crab apples, I’m lifted into a good place in the world.

The crab apple tree outside my office window at the Fellowship greets and bids me good-bye as I come and go. Last winter the deer fed from the tree. Its nourishing presence reminds me of how often activities and people in the fellowship help to place me in a good place in the world. Knowing that there are others who not only care for the welfare of all life, but sacrifice time and resources for the good of all bears a concentrated happiness. I am thankful to share in the work and the harvest.

 

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