How green is our valley? Green.
When the Santa Ynez Valley turns gloomy and rainy, which it does in winter though not often, everything turns green. It happens almost instantly. You go to sleep in oak savanna and wake up in Ireland. It’s a miracle.
Nature is miraculous, of course, in all its heart-stopping beauty and staggering cruelty. This world and this life of ours are so rife and fraught with paradox that we sometimes cannot make sense of it.
This began as one kind of post and will end up as another. I feel compelled to acknowledge the events last week in Newtown, Connecticut.
No sense can ever be made of what happened in Newtown, nor any other litany of horrors afflicting our common humanity. We can only hope to re-gain some sense of grace, and the ability to seek and find good in what is around us. Eventually, we hope to heal, and in this Christmas season of joy and giving, to know how green is our valley.
Coming up: Mayhem and merriment, holiday decorating, Martha Stewart’s Christmas party, and Mindy Rice’s wreaths…