Sometimes life cries out for a nice break from the daily routine …… a pie break, so to speak. A time to sit, to listen, to reflect. To taste the sweetness of life.
The winter has set in here, in The Burg. Today we went for a drive. We have been socked-in with clouds for about a month, or so it seems. The sun is scarce and this is unusual.
Once the beautiful colors of autumn have finished their glorious display of plumage, the browns and grays set in. Not a lot of color here that I have found.
Here is what I found today:
can you find the lone Snow Goose?
pink
at least the cattle are a different color
my beloved Quiet Spot – Pertle Springs. Where are the Lily-Pads?
thank you people for your colorful display
golf course – do they play on the brown rather than the green?
Here are a few pics from Charles Dickens Day in the streets of The Burg. The actual temperature wasn’t very cold, but the clouds and dampness made it feel much colder.
Let’s just say it was rather Dickens-Like in it’s feel. Very little happening on the street as I had envisioned it. Where were the street urchins?
I think most happened indoors but very little direction from anyone on the street. Oh well.
Enjoy!
cate b
cart and horses
a woman weaving a basket inside a shop
Hmmmm, this must be Mr. Gold’s shop (Rumpelstilskin)
Here we are on the 17th of May, 2014 and the morning temperatures have been in the high thirties and low forties – Fahrenheit. It would be more common to have lows in the sixties and high eighties. Just like last week. It was summery and lovely. This week I toted back into the house my two plumerias, my pony tail palm, my rope plant and my “lemon tree”. I told them to relax, summer is coming. In fact, it is coming next week and should be here to stay. I’m not sure they believe me.
The peonies are slow and look cold. My neighbor’s peony is in the sun and have bloomed nicely. Here are my cold ladies:
This was about a week and a half ago.Yesterday
To me, they look sadly cold. But take heart, mid-west, today the high will be in the sixties and by Monday the temps will be warm and my tropicals will be outside all day and all night.
As our incredibly cold winter moves along and we get ever closer to spring, there is hope. I think I need hope the most in winter. Not just in the cold, stark, bare beauty outside but inside of me also. As I look out into nature it is easy to look inward into my heart and see the areas that are stark and cold and bare. It is a reflective time for me. A time I can improve the flaws and increase the beauty. I do love winter. As I do the task of reflective pruning I love to get cozy in a knitted throw and revel in the indoor heat. It is a good time. It is a hopeful time.
hopeful sunlighthope inside and outevery girl is a dancer and a princess