a holiday poem December 24, 2013 / growingwildfarm The smell of light at the darkest time is the smell of fir. Of ginger, and clove. I never knew. For so long, I didn’t know. Smells of love can be so dear. Warm winter wishes to you all! May this time find you in Love! share the loveClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related