It has been a whirlwind three weeks, and then yesterday two marvelous things happened:  First I learned that the radio station would be closed on Friday and that I could stop fretting about getting my show ready.  Second, a foot of snow was forecast.

I awoke this morning to whiteness and quietness – snow falling on spruce and pine, the aspen edged in white lace.  The insistent “What should I do with this day?” is being snow-muffled into a “Let’s just let this day reveal itself – an unfolding of grace.”

I peel an orange.  Not an orange, actually.  Rather a glorified celebration of refreshment called a Minneola Tangelo.  I savor a segment at a time as I do bits of this and that, watching the snow falling, falling, falling.

Into my new and quite marvelous stovetop percolator (another post is coming soon to tell more of this wonder) goes a mixture…