Dear Honey Run Friends,
As I write this on the first day of February, we are experiencing a perfect winter snow. Inches of snow have been slowly falling from the sky in large billowy flakes, giving me the sensation of being inside a giant snow globe as I watch this peaceful event through the large picture window at The Inn. The array of scents filling The Inn as Tarragon’s culinary team is preparing for service, with the crackle of the fire and a hint of wood and smoke smell sets the perfect stage for this winter day.
I, like most Ohioans, become disgruntled around this time of year as the winter cold has made it clear it is here to stay for a few more months, but the majestic scene of the forest blanketed in all white brings my soul to a peaceful place. I definitely would prefer temperatures in the seventies and sun, but the winter slumber is a needed time in my life to slow down and just be still. There is a therapeutic action that releases in me as I am a spectator in this Norman Rockwell winter scene coming to life.
On days like this it is hard to believe that in less than fifty days we will welcome spring back, and the cycle of life will continue as all begins new again. The farms will begin to buzz with new births, the ground will become ripe for new seeds to start their journey to the fall harvest, and the forest will come alive with the sounds of insects and the view of fresh leaves sprouting from the naked branches.
The seasons offer us ways to transition through the repetitiveness of life and prepare the earth for its next cycle of growth. While I am not always appreciative of these phases of life when I stop and contemplate them, I see the brilliance and mercy offered through them. I hope you are able to stop and enjoy the gift that has been given to you this day. I hope you are enjoying your winter and look forward to the impending spring arrival. If you need a retreat from your normal days, we will have the fire going and a fresh warm meal waiting for you at The Inn. Your personal glitter-dome awaits you.
Your snow globe curator,