Saturday, January 13, 2018

DON'T LET THE BEAUTIES FLY AWAY...

   Yes it's cold; and not just a little cold! 
   But all it takes is a dash of morning sunshine over the tall valley trees to turn their highest branches into gleaming crystal, created in yesterday's freezing rain. 
   I'm always happy to notice such things in their moment; a slight shift of the morning sun, and they couldn't be seen.
   Don't let the moments of beauty fly away unseen. They are among life's consolations.


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A TREE ON ICE

Friday, January 12, 2018

LIFE IN THE BOG, PRE-STORM...

LIFE IN THE BOG, now that daylight is here, is dark, ugly, wet, sloppy and muddy!
Atop the ground on over-saturated soil, inches of water lie like an over-all lake. Big Dog and I walk down the drive to the newspaper box, under a steady cold rain--careful not to raise our faces skyward and DROWN!
The propane man arrives, climbs down from his truck, and already he's soaking wet! He slogs down the watery slope to the tank on the lower-ground level, and I hold my breath and pray he doesn't end up sliding the rest of the way down on his back!
Big Dog carries with him--quite proudly--a fetching "Parfum de Wet Dog" aroma as he and I gratefully re-enter the warmth of the house.
This will not be a day for outdoor activity; at least not by choice!
NOW TELL ME--how's the weather at YOUR place?!

Thursday, January 11, 2018

THIS AFTERNOON I WATCH THE VEILED LADY, FOG... 1-11-2018

They predicted Fog, and indeed I watched as Fog, that veiled lady, rose up above the ice-cold waters of my creek, into the spring-like air. 

She moved along the water course, her veils growing all around her until the water and the woods were no longer visible to us. 

Then came the rains, and Fog, the veiled lady, made herself a part of all that cooling moisture, and in the growing shadows of her veils, the temperatures grew colder, slow degree by slow degree.

Soon she made the world invisible to us, but we could see quite clearly what lay ahead the next few days for us.

Fog was the escort who would bring the bitter Winter back, to resume its proper place with January and the season...

THE TREES WITH SHINY SHOW-GIRL LEGS...



I didn't realize how thickly the trunks of the trees in my woods had been glazed by the recent freezing rains. 

And then I looked out a few minutes ago and saw how the morning sun had put a high gleam on them all! 


So much ice still there melting, despite the warmth of the past few days!

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

WRAPPING UP THE DAY...

     I went into the cold, clear night, with that big moon the only light I needed. Surprisingly it left great areas of darkness that hosted quite a splendid splash of stars. It was worth the cold; I just had to see that sky!
    Already it was 4 degrees, and growing quickly colder. 
    Earlier my dog and I had watched a splendid sunset as it spread its light upon the snowy-pasted, tall tree tops, and zapped some neon onto joyful jet trails, in the clearest sky you'll ever see in our Ohio at this time of year.
     That, however, was enough for my pragmatic dog. He had gone into the house and crawled into his bed where it was warm, and he had fallen instantly asleep. 
      It was I who later bundled up and stood out in the cold and watched the stars alone. 
     Each of us in our own way had ended up our day in the way we found most satisfying.