Tag Archives: winter
Spiders this year are abundant, weaving their designs in front of the door, across the path, over the windows while we sleep, using what they have at hand to keep life afloat. Our yard is carpeted with tight, pitchy fir … Continue reading
Herb Robert Geranium robertianum Geranium family. Natural. Herb to 1’ high, strong-scented. An introduced species on the coast. Stems: red, weak covered with sticky hairs, joints swollen. sprawling plant. Leaves: three-parted, each division further parted. Light green, purple edged. Turn … Continue reading
A large group of mushrooms gather on March 3rd to protest the continuation of winter. They threaten to stand their ground even if it freezes tonight.
I have the fire going and all I can do is sit and stare out my window at the beautiful world I’m living in. The sun spotlights fern fronds reaching through the snow, diamonds glistening on their tips and strewn … Continue reading
Cold, white snow cover me, in a blanket of purity with flakes of truth that are unique. Cover me so that I may rest untroubled beneath your softness, dormant, safe, undisturbed. I know spring will come and I will burst … Continue reading
So soft and white and yet so cold, so quiet, light and yet so bold you influence the great and small, yet think of others not at all. If routine stops because of you no apology is due. You can … Continue reading
Catkins hang like golden icicles from frozen branches of the hazelnut tree. ©Sharron R. McMillan
I love the muffled quiet of snow all around me, like nestling under a down duvet. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Winter cold has seeped into my soul, feelings frozen like icicles on the eaves. Inspiration lies dormant somewhere beneath white nothingness. A monochrome world melts into slushiness and I yearn for green. ©2014 Sharron R. McMillan
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
In February? I had my seeds out ready to garden. What happened?
One lovely little periwinkle flower poking its head out to see if it’s time to get up. Go back to sleep, it’s too early to be getting up.
Poor forlorn garden in your minimum security fence.
Our vernal pond is full. Looks so pretty in the sun between rainy days.