Happy New Year 2026 to you and yours.

More whimsical photography of flowers in this post, and a beautiful poem on the short days of winter. I hope you’ll enjoy all.

Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness

by Mary Oliver

Every year we have been

witness to it: how the

world descends

into a rich mash, in order that

it may resume.

And therefore

who would cry out

to the petals on the ground

to stay,

knowing as we must,

how the vivacity of what was is married

to the vitality of what will be?

I don’t say

it’s easy, but

what else will do

if the love one claims to have for the world

be true?

So let us go on, cheerfully enough,

this and every crisping day,

though the sun be swinging east,

and the ponds be cold and black,

and the sweets of the year be doomed.

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