musings

Up on Hawthorn Hill: Early Winter Musings By Richard DeRosa A light coating of snow now blankets our hillside, snow shovels at the ready. The new snow blower waits quietly for its first call to duty. Life is now lived more inwardly, more reflectively. Books having piled up for some months now await their turn in line. Thoughts that have incubated for some time seem riper for reflection, perhaps a temporary resolution of what have been conflicting possibilities. Few would…