This was an hour ago
right now the sun is out brilliantly, there is flocks of birds in the sky, but i can't see them, only hear there happy calls, there's fresh deer prints in the yard.
I do not care what you think.
I love winter
you don't know what you're missing
to have the world draped in white and shine
to hear the clear bells of migratory birds in total stillness
ruffling in the branches of birds who stay
to smell the highbush cranberries as the frost is breaking them open
ah i feel i am cheating again (i just said that in my comments last post) cheating in the sense that i say one thing, but do the other.
So here i am loving this snow, and there i am having to tell you that i am going to the Southern States for a month or so. I am leaving the 25th of October.
Now i am thinking; that's why winter came so early, so i can still post lots of winter snow and ice pictures, tell lots of stories of cold weather by the warm wood stove, before i enter this different world of sand and red rocks where only the adobe houses are white. I imagine, i haven't been there yet, and haven't done much reading and looking at pictures yet.