Tag Archives: woods
Woodland or Dwarf Rose Rosa gymnocarpa BC’s smallest and most delicate wild rose. Shrub to 4’ tall. Many weak prickles. Pale pink, dainty flower. Hip a small orange pear shaped. Eaten by the natives to sustain life in times of … Continue reading
How far back would we need to look to figure out what caused this crook. Were you bending, reaching for the light or curling away from some horrible fright. Yearning for safety or enjoying the sight, what caused this twist … Continue reading
Some place mushrooms grow wild, some place they are sold. Some place Rhodos grow like weeds or so that’s what I’m told. Some place cactus ten feet tall growing commonly, some place two inches in a pot is all the … Continue reading
Memories of Tigger intruded our walk through the trails today. She used to sit, just so, staring off intently at something out there.
Sun illuminates tips of trees this morning. It looks like winter has left the woods. Crocuses and Snowdrops lift their heads in thanks. I do too. ©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. . .
Minus 1. But the sky is clear and the sun is shining.
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.
Life is as fleeting as an icicle appearing solid, permanent, strong. . . then gone. Only memory remains of light reflecting clarity, firmly attached beautiful unique now gone. Only sad drops remain. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Counting time is not so important as making time count.