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Hope spring eternal in the human breast and in the flower beds.
Southeaster wind howls through the woods twisting branches till they fall, cracks and thunks, we hold our breath a tree falls over, roots and all. We never get used to winter storm’s rage as we huddle indoors once more fear … Continue reading
I don’t know if the cold kitchen has shocked it into producing but our little orange tree has flowers and oranges on it at the same time. Smells lovely and reminds me spring will come again.
Towhees, Juncos, Stellar’s Jays and hummingbirds are thankful for food we put out for them. I feel like opening the windows to let them all in, but Mocha would not be quite as welcoming. ©2020 Sharron R. McMillan
The woods are covered in down, that rain slowly dilutes into puddles. I put a few puzzle pieces in their place then settle in by the fire to crochet. Snow day, a good excuse to be lazy. ©2020 Sharron R. … Continue reading
Wind is howling around us branches and trees falling, gusts shake the house. I don’t like winter storms. And though I feel safe inside by a warm fire I’d rather it would stop blowing.
Forecast is for snow. We’re ready: – a new jigsaw puzzle started on the table – pantry full of food – woodshed stacked with firewood – and new balls of yarn Let it snow. . . ©2020 Sharron R. McMillan
Hummingbirds are still coming to the feeder And a daisy is in bloom in the window box. It may be the middle of winter but some plants and critters don’t seem to mind. ©2020 Sharron R. McMillan
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without … Continue reading
All the leaves and all the dreams of summer fallen to the ground, unfinished plans like warm duvets of colour in a mound left out in the cold until spring comes back around. ©2018 Sharron R. McMillan
Winter is on it’s way. . . Evergreens wait patiently for cold weather, their trendy green tips accenting darker winter wardrobes. Maples, finding nothing new to wear, choose to spend winter naked rather than wear the same thing two years … Continue reading