Tag Archives: morning
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. 😉
The moisture in the air seems to make everything greener and cleaner. Dried golden leaf on brown forest floor, framed by green fern fronds looks too perfect to be real. Bare twigs, a pick-up-sticks game in progress. Wet, bright, beautiful, … Continue reading
Good Morning, May you wake with thoughts of hope and life, and excitement for the future whatever and with whomever it might hold for you. May the songs of birds clear your head of fear, may the scent of green … Continue reading
Pink has disappeared. Did I really see it. Silhouettes darken while smoke from my chimney wisps downhill in ghostly patches. I can see the straight line where mountain meets sky in the distance. Woodpecker rat-tat-tat nearby gets a squeaky door … Continue reading
Grey clouds hang around tree tops threatening to keep the sun under cover. The sun has won. Clouds blush at being so naughty, blue sky smiles its triumph. ©2016 Sharron R. McMillan