Winter has stripped the leaves from the lime trees that surround the house, up on this hill, above the West Bay.
We can see other houses, and the sea (a bit better) - it all feels a bit less green-wrapped - it can almost feel a little claustrophobic in summertime, especially when the wind through the lime trees dominates the senses.
Winter stripping away the leaves, the cushioning barrier. Advent (thinking about John the Baptist last week) stripping away an old way of being.
The metaphor of our spiritual life and the seasonal shifts, here in an alien (to our Lord) northern Europe.
Works for me.
Hope rises, like tattered sails…
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