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Wilderness Wednesday: Apple Blossoms

19 Wednesday May 2021

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I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.

Donald G. Mitchell

The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.

Auguste Rodin

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Anais Nin

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Wilderness Wednesday: First Snow

25 Wednesday Nov 2020

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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

CFFC: Sense of Touch

29 Wednesday Apr 2020

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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.

snow

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. – Hal Borland

moss

Moss is popular for her unusual beauty, but what distinguishes her is that she is accessible and down to earth. – Rita Clifton

bark

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

Happy Wednesday!

This is my post for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Sense of Touch