Water, ponded around a drain, froze into an array of needles and spikes.
Month: March 2018
Forlorn.
A forlorn sunflower stalk, its flower heads long since picked bare by goldfinches, endures a late winter snowfall.
Cannot leave out.
I cannot leave out our affectionate Fitzi. He’s curled up in a favourite place on a chilly evening: the dog bed in front of the Magic Heat Box aka the wall furnace.
Treasured
Our treasured senior Achilles, sleeping deeply on his comfortable bed.
Peaceful
A peaceful evening with dogs scattered about the house, with Lucy sleeping on the couch.
Acquired
A twig of our Silver Maple acquired a topping of heavy, wet snow during a recent snowfall.
Up
Looking up gives one a different perspective on a heavy snowfall.
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