Hoarfrost wraps itself around the landscape on a late winter morning.
Tag: Winter
Landscape
A standing birds’ eye perspective of the icy landscape that was the front yard a few days ago.
Bitter; gratitude and compassion
We are enduring a bitter cold spell, the worst in several years. The ambient temperature is -22 Celsius and the wind chill equals about -35C.
This cold spell should abate this weekend. In the meantime I’m deeply grateful for our snug and safe little home. I’m full of compassion for the wild things which have no such safe and snug place to hole up, particularly the songbirds. So I’m compelled to generously scatter seed far and wide.
Work of art
Frost on a car window, unnoticed on so many days by so many of us as we hurry about our lives, is a work of art worthy of admiration.
Fall colours of blue, brown, and white . . .
. . . will soon become winter’s blue and white.
And that’s fine. I am not sad about winters’ approach . . . I have no control over the weather or climate. It’s better, healthier, to accept what will be.
Accept
I left work a little late today. After running errands I arrived home in the gloaming that comes just before nightfall. Some folks may be unhappy about how early night falls now and will fall for the next several months.
I prefer to not descend into unhappiness about something I cannot control. Rather to accept and appreciate what I cannot change. A time to reflect and give thanks for on the years’ gifts and blessings, to ponder The Great Mystery of the next year.
Streaks
Snow streaks the air in front of a field lined with trees.
Watchful, revisited.
I remembered that during a drive in the awful winter of 2013-2014, Faye was able to stand almost directly beneath this Snowy Owl perched atop a hydro pole and capture this truly remarkable image.
Forlorn.
A forlorn sunflower stalk, its flower heads long since picked bare by goldfinches, endures a late winter snowfall.
Waits
A willow’s twigs wave in the breeze as it waits for spring.
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