White dry drops parachute their way down, armies of them, invade the ground. They hold onto the trees to their limbs and leaves, they scale down the brick making sure they stick, they mound, they heave, they’re not here to leave. Viewed from a distance, you can see the tired resistance: The bent bushes try to fight back, desolately, some branches have cracked - only the earth holds firm to this snowy attack. The deer took cover. The squirrels gone. The turkeys missing – this unsympathetic bomb. Dissonantly the silence falls: No birds. No noise. No animal calls. this barrenness will last only a while, this infertile wonderland, forgotten to smile. Quiet. If you live through this, a lesson is learned - eventual bliss. Remember we said the earth holds strong? It will reveal a revival song. Spring will bring back life, no matter how harsh the current strife. Fresh Oasis Bliss
The Cabonnay “What’s in the Glass” entries are dedicated to my mom and dad, who taught me that beauty and peace, is found in the simplest things, and that taking a moment to evaluate yourself and your circumstances can provide very good insights. I hope that you find value in these posts. Fact is, I definitely prefer a third glass of port over a full glass of wine after a special meal.
- Cornelis de Jong, Cabonnay.