craving

oh the irony

the winter of our discontent

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imprisoned-

soup of the day

winter's toll

store bought spring

faces at the window

bluebird of happiness?

looking out my window
waiting for a sign of spring
craving color and warmth
and I know I’m not the only one

having more daylight soon will be so welcome.

living

the warm and the cold

…We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss — we want more and more and then more of it.

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep

for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless:
I am living…

~ Marie Howe
(excerpt from “What the Living Do”)

imagining

snowflowers

“The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination.”
~ Terri Guillemets

wishing you all a warm and color-filled weekend

Blizzard of 2015

hello Juno

our dinner guest

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hot cocoa break

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Snow storm Juno roared in and left us with 34 inches of light fluffy snow
nice gift, huh?
But seriously, it is the season and I actually think snowless winters are rather boring
By then end of February, I’ll be wishing it all away
but right now, I’m loving the beautiful blanketed landscape and the wonderful quietness it brings.

“It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.”
~ George Harrison

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Did you know that January 21st was Squirrel Appreciation Day?

A big thank you to The National Wildlife Federation for including my photo in their recent article.

morning blanket

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snow day

tongue out

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found a peanut

“The country seems bigger, for you can see through the bare trees. There are times when the woods is absolutely still and quiet. The house holds warmth. A wet snow comes in the night and covers the ground and clings to the trees, making the whole world white. For a while in the morning the world is perfect and beautiful. You think you will never forget.”

~Wendell Berry

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Wishing you all a wonderful weekend, friends.

If you are looking to curl up with some good reading, you may want to consider visiting a new online magazine, The Writing Garden. The editor, Suzy Hazelwood was so nice to feature my photo on the cover…but it’s the writing inside that really shines. Enjoy!