Circle of the Seasons

By GCleare

On Christmas Day, In the Morning

We heard the bells as we walked up the hill behind the farmhouse.

It was cold and crisp, and the field grasses were the color of orange marmalade against the beige rocks.

Meanwhile at home, a whole salmon stuffed with fresh thyme and lemon slices was roasting. We worked up an appetite and enjoyed the feast...

Merry Christmas!

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