A hibernaculum is a winter sanctuary, mine is a cool retreat into calm emotions, a cozy mental den where my dreams are sweet and simple.
Yesterday we had mild winter weather. Night snow dusted the ground on nival grasses above and algid bulbs below, all readying themselves for the great Spring thrust upward, which will come again this year as it comes every year.
This was no frore, frozen, frosty day, only light snow fell, pretty as a glitter postcard, promising to melt. If there were to be gelid trickery, the roads to become slick and cold with ice, let it happen now, before my next trudging trip to chilly Chicago.
Yes, I have been playing in the “winter” section of the dictionary this morning, it is a pleasant pastime to glide over these north wind words in my mind.
Caption: Icicles On The Eaves Of My House, by Annmarie Throckmorton 2013.