Friday, January 15, 2010


It's hard to find a bit of beauty in this day.

The air is liquid with the fog
arising from the softening snowpack;
and the roadside glaciers loom as dark as coal.

Grey-and-sunless is the gloomy pattern,
and I expect to look into the trees
and see the vultures lurking.


R.A.T. (Rose About Town) and her husband have retreated indoors to pull out the seed catalogs and draw up a garden plan. Hope springs eternal!


Thursday, January 14, 2010

A thaw is sneaking into January...

Sun is out; the air is softening; it's close to 40 degrees outside...
The layers of ice and snow have melted from the woodland trees...
And for the first time in weeks, the woods don't carry the frosted look of a grizzled old man.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Waterford "wind chimes"...

I tromped out for the mail in this, the first above-freezing day in my valley for weeks. I kept hearing glass-like sounds, like wind-chimes.
The sun broke through the clouds and revealed from whence that sound was coming.
The ice was raining down from off the trees, like shards of Waterford crystal, tossing the rays of the sun in every direction.