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!