Tag Archives: winter
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
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
When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale. ~Excerpt from Woods In Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – 1807-1882
Fall back to golden chilly days to crackling fire and morning haze, woollen socks to warm our toes, curled up in our mohair throws. Back to winter’s basic norm, splitting wood and keeping warm. ©2019 Sharron R. McMillan
Beautiful to watch through the windows. Today the sun is out and the snow on the trees is gone but the ground is still white. More crocheting to do. . .
Days so tired they shorten their stay. ~ Linda Drury
Minus 1. But the sky is clear and the sun is shining.
This one stirred up memories of Monopoly and Uno games with the grand kids. I think we still have a tin Chinese Checkers game up in the attic somewhere. If this cold weather continues I’m going to dig out those … Continue reading
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
Varied Thrust checking out the bird feeders. Pretty bright spot in the snow.