Kindness is like snow. It beautifies everything it covers.Kahlil Gibran
Sunday’s snow wasn’t the first of the season, but it felt like it…because we actually had to shovel and it has lasted for days!
One tenacious new branch in the lilac tree refuses to give up summer, proudly displaying unyielding green leaves, while every other tree in our back yard is completely bare.
Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.Mahatma Gandhi
Nature invites us to experience it with all of our senses, including our sense of touch. Silky and smooth, hard and rough, hot or cold, fluffy, furry or fuzzy. Well, maybe not everything should be touched – poison ivy and bumblebees, for example. Even isolated at home, there are wonders in nature to be savoured, if you take the time to look for them.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. – Hal Borland
Moss is popular for her unusual beauty, but what distinguishes her is that she is accessible and down to earth. – Rita Clifton
Green moss shines there with ice encased; The long grass bends its spear-like form; And lovely is the silvery scene When faint the sun-beams smile. –Robert Southey
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, stand like druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter. – John Burroughs
This is my post for Cee Neuner’s Fun Foto Challenge: Winter. If you’re a photographer looking for a challenge, Cee also has other challenges like, black & white, flower of the day, on the hunt for joy, as well as listings for other challenges to keep you inspired & inspiring!
We found the way out
The city takes everything it can
But outside the crowds
I can feel my lungs again
Born for the blue skies
We’ll survive the rain
Born for the sunrise
We’ll survive the pain
– Switchfoot, Dark Horses
I love my view at work!
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again’. ―
Yesterday was my first day back to work after the holidays. It felt like a Monday. First, I woke up to this:
Pretty to look at, but not enjoyable for driving. Armed with 2 travel mugs (one with black tea and one filled with coffee pu’er tea), I dragged my aching body to the car. Hubby commented I looked pale.
I had just left for work, when I scratched my arm and discovered my Fitbit was missing. Did the band break…or did I just forget to put it on after my shower? My brain immediately flashed to an image of my electronic device lying in the snow, or worse, crushed in the driveway…in the snow. So I pulled over at the second gas station and called home on my cell phone. Little Guy and Hubby were there, and they could find it. With any luck, if it was outside, they could find it in time.
The first time I called, someone hung up on me. The second time I called, Little Guy answered the phone. He sounded as sleepy as I felt. I asked him to look for my Fitbit, starting in the bathroom. He was on the cordless phone, so he took me with him as he checked. It wasn’t there. I asked him to check the bedroom and kitchen, and to have Dad call me at work if he found it. I still needed to get to work.
But as I conveyed this final message, intending to hang up and keep going, I scratched my arm (wool mittens are itchy)…and realized, my Fitbit was on my right wrist (not the correct wrist). I had remembered to put it on after all (just not on the wrist I’ve been wearing it on for the last 18 months). Crap! I had no choice but to confess to Little Guy that I had found it…on my other wrist, and he snarked “I’m hanging up on you now”. That sounded about right!
I was alone most of the day, which gave me time to sort out my ransacked desk and re-adjust my chair. Someone had fun in my absence. Hubby and Little Guy were kind enough to pick up lunch…unfortunately my “digestive aid” pills had rolled from my purse at some point, and I couldn’t eat it.
But I made it through the day, and thanks to my fabulous chiropractor, I could breathe again. Just in time to get groceries. In the snow.
I know I’ve said it a few times already but – Happy New Year? Ugh…
And though he tries with all his heart, my horse couldn’t catch a golfing cart
Some days I hate to go to work. – Arrogant Worms, The Mountie Song
Enjoy the weekend!
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