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From streams on mountains to rivers below on to the ocean water will flow. From ocean to clouds then it all starts again life-giving cycle of BC Rain. ©1978 Sharron R. McMillan
Life is just awakening, my favourite time of year. Buds of promise in our hair, scents of beauty everywhere. Something new to find each day, treasures on a rainy day. Dreaming on the garden swing, Life is great, it’s finally … Continue reading
Rain barrels overflow, streams, rivers, lakes flow down the driveway and still it rains. Could we contain even half this water now our summer would never be too dry. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Black clouds float across the skies, sun disappears before your eyes. Soon soft rain is gently falling, then the northern wind starts howling. Leaves swirl round the naked trees, grass and puddles start to freeze, our breath is white upon … Continue reading
One rain drop magnifies beauty of green leaf encases perfection in three dimensional reality. One tear drop magnifies beauty of a heart. ©Sharron R. McMillan
A perfect day to sit by the wood stove and crochet or read and that’s just what I plan to do after I have a long hot soak in the tub. Rainy days aren’t so bad when we have cozy … Continue reading
Fall clouds move in, energy drains away, mood turns to grey I waste the day. This is the clue nothing I can do seems I am solar-powered too. ©2015 Sharron R. McMillan
Many waters cannot quench love, Nor will rivers overflow it. ~Solomon
Our vernal pond is full. Looks so pretty in the sun between rainy days.
The feathers are a bouquet of our various feathers I’ve collected over the years. It does look foreboding. I didn’t notice them when I took the picture, trying to capture Mocha’s pensive mood.
Rainy, grey days scented with witch hazel. There is always something lovely to find when one looks for it. ©Sharron R. McMillan
May small pleasures touch each day and love be felt in every way, new adventures start today. ©2017 Sharron R. McMillan
We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are. ~Anaïs Nin