Monday, July 26, 2021
Saturday, May 1, 2021
Thursday, April 22, 2021
Friday, April 16, 2021
It was here a few years later, when General Simon Perkins' Connecticut Land Company surveyors cut the Girdled Road from Pennsylvania through this land that would become known as our New Western Reserve. And the oak was here as well when our settlers found this territory to be a land so thick and dark with trees, they had to follow creek beds to what would be their home sites.
Saturday, April 10, 2021
Monday, April 5, 2021
Friday, March 12, 2021
"GOT SNOW?"... Meet my middle granddaughter Katie, whose version of Paradise seems to revolve around snow. Snow and cold do not bother her; she loves winter & big hills & moving fast downward through snow on a snowboard! ... She can't get enough of it! ...(Ah, to be young again! Snow was once magical, too, for the much-younger ME. ... I, too, was drawn to the snow; to the cold; to tobogganing, ice-skating, long walks in the snow & building snow people ... I, too, waited impatiently for the good things of winter and snow! ...
(Who KNEW that senior "crepe-paper skin" would one day make me cringe at the THOUGHT of contact with COLD snow, COLD wind ... or COLD-outdoor-ANYthing?!! ... )
Tuesday, January 26, 2021
I KNOW THE COLD, dark days of winter hold expense and work and some discomfort for us all. And so I've long since trained my eyes to spot the beauties of the season; for they provide good compensation for the cold.
For me, the moonlit nights are prime among the compensations, at least when skies are clear and generous enough to let us see them. When winter moonlight wakes me from my sleep, I rise to watch it from my windows as it spreads its glow like frozen silver upon an ice-bound creek; and reflects its light upon the trunks of snow-glazed trees along the water.
Sunday, January 10, 2021
IN THE UNFAMILIAR BRIGHTNESS OF THIS JANUARY SUNDAY,
I love the sunny gleam upon the tree trunks ...
the happy sparkle on creek waters as they move downstream ...
the mellow shadows tossed upon the ground, even in the woodland ...
the warmth of sun upon my skin as I relax upon the window seat ...