Tag Archives: morning
I place another dry fir log onto hot coals in the wood stove, I am warmed and filled with thankfulness for a tree once dead and seemingly useless that fell one windy night across our power lines. Hydro was there … Continue reading
Sun illuminates tips of trees this morning. It looks like winter has left the woods. Crocuses and Snowdrops lift their heads in thanks. I do too. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Dropping branches, cawing crow only sounds of morning snow. Tracks to show where he has been through beauty no one else has seen. This early morning walk about as he takes the garbage out. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Cocooned in cotton flannel sheets, wool stuffed pillows and duvet, mohair wool blanket. . . who can crawl out of such a cozy nest when it’s still dark and raining out. Not me. ©Sharron R. McMillan
It’s that glow, the indescribable golden colour dancing in small holes of wood stove door like sunrise through peepholes and the harmony of crackling wood with rain drops on the metal roof makes me sigh almost bursts my heart with … Continue reading
Two mornings ago, this is how the sun looked through the trees from forest fires in BC. Today it was clear again and the air smells fresh and safe.
He’ll be up soon. I’ll see the kitchen light brighten the back wall of the house before smoke billows from the chimney. Soon he’ll be at my studio door to say good morning with hugs and ‘how did you sleep?’ … Continue reading
Mocha meows – 7:30, time to get up. Light the fire, feed, play, empty her en-suite. Six hens cluck at coop doors, wanting scraps, fresh water and morning freedom. Humming bird hovers at the feeder, and Stellar Jay pecks at … Continue reading
I love how the sun finds one tree or leaf to shine on, as though training a high intensity spotlight just on it for a few moments of glory, amidst trees and ferns in its shadow. Spotlight fades and … Continue reading
My view changes from dark silhouettes against grey background to back-lit 3-D forest sun highlighting golden points on mossy trunks. Another morning in paradise. ©2017 Sharron R. McMillan
I didn’t see him until he twitched his ears. Well hidden while mom takes a much-needed break. I like to think she brought him for grandma to take care of, right outside my studio.
Yesterday I was out cleaning up my herb bed, smiling at new shoots poking up – this morning, it’s winter again. BRRR!
Great way to start the day, a brush cut geek on my bathroom counter. 😉