Orenji-Draa

There is a sadness, when a beautiful daughter of mother nature is put to bed-- But Lady Winter, in the dusk of her year, she soothes us with the beauty left behind. The anger of cold, slippery days, and long, chilling nights is then replaced with the reality that, for another year, we will not see the beauty of ice, or the blessing of falling snow. There is a longing, for that sprite, that nymph, that playful butterfly that is Spring. She nurtures the long- slumbered trees with the essence of life. As trees begin to awake, the pins and needles, leaving their limbs, the buds of new leaves and spring of new flowers hint at a new