Thursday, January 27, 2011
Snow Chaos --- Just Northeast of Us
I watched in facination as the snow fell in thick sheets of white on Washington, DC last night, dreading the chaos that would ensue from such a beautiful sight. How can something so beautiful be so deadly. By the time I went to bed, power was out in lots of places, cars were being abandoned, airports were closed, and trees were being brought down by the weight of the snow. Even Jim Cantore said he had never seen anything like the quality of this snow in that area---the sheer weight of it left one in total amazement. I always worry about the people and animals when the power goes out in the dead of Winter. Troy, I hope you are layered up and have your new Timberlands on. :)
Monday, January 17, 2011
Cabin Fever, A Neighbor's Horse...
The Robins were here in scores yesterday. January IS half over. Does this mean that Spring is just around the corner, and those icicles are trying to deceive me? I must admit that I'm ready to put out the fires, round up all the dust, throw open the windows, and actually hear the birds as well as see them through the windows. :) Someone please tell me it won't be long now.
This has been a cold couple of months, and I have enjoyed snuggling by the fire, cleaning off buckets of snow from Bayley's little short legs, taking tons of bird photos through the windows; but yesterday was so NICE and WARM, and I took the pups on a romp up through the field to the woods, now I'm longing for DAYS of warmth and sunshine, feeling the breeze on my face. It IS time to think about sticking seeds into cups of dirt. Maybe I should clear off this table and set up a mini-greenhouse again. I don't get much light in my house, but that never deters me from TRYING to get vegie seeds started at this time of year. And there so much crap in this house that what's a bit more, right? :) I'm longing for some dirt therapy....maybe that's what I will do today---bring out the vegie and flowers seeds, round up some potting soil and cups...AFTER I call the Subaru dealership and see if they have a Camilla Rose Red Forester on their lot...and any deals they would like to offer me. :D
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thank You, Everyone
| The second Civil War block of Barbara Brackman's |
| Beautiful sunset last night |
| The morning was GORGEOUS---the trees across the lake had Hoar Frost on them |
| Any one out there know what kind of tree this is? |
| The tree in the forefront is the trunk of the photo before this one | THANK YOU TO ALL O F YOU FOR YOUR CARING COMMENTS ON THE CAR ACCIDENT. THEY ARE SINCERELY APPRECIATED. |
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Monday 1-10-11 News at Ships Landing
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Birds and Quilt Block
| Frigid temps and howling winds send the little birds into a feeding frenzy |
| Jumping on the Civil War blocks bandwagon by Barbara Brackman at http://civilwarquilts.blogspot.com/ |
Friday, January 07, 2011
A Bit of Christmas and Snow
| Candle Mats and Mug Rugs |
| Troy is not sure what to make of his 'single' sock (felted wool 'coaster' with kitty on it) |
| Christmas pillow gift to BFF and red hoodie to me from BFF |
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Happy New Year 2011
The Cardinals finally came to visit me on the tail end of 2010 and I was delighted.
The sweet Junco flits almost as quickly as the Carolina Wren and Chickadee.
The Carolina Wren has been hanging out at Ships Landing, and even had a mate one day, doubling my delight.
The sweet, little Chickadee has been to visit this past week, but he's so very quick I've spent the week trying to capture his picture, and FINALLY caught him today. Adorable little bird.
They all make me smile.
May this New Year of 2011 be full of wonder and delight.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
To Bless The Space Between Us at the Beginning of a New Year
The particular mind of the ocean
Filling the coastline's longing
With such brief harvest
Of elegant, vanishing waves
Is like the mind of time
Opening up shapes of days.
As this year draws to its end,
We give thanks for the gifts it brought
And how they became inlaid within
Where neither time nor tide can touch them.
The days when the veil lifted
And the soul could see delight;
When a quiver caressed the heart
In the sheer exuberance of being here.
Surprises that came awake
In forgotten corners of old fields
Where expectation seemed to have quenched.
The slow, brooding times
When all was awkward
And the wave in the mind
Pierced every sore with salt.
The darkened days that stopped
The confidence of the dawn.
Days when beloved faces shone brighter
With light from beyond themselves;
And from the granite of some secret sorrow
A stream of buried tears loosened.
We bless this year for all we learned,
For all we loved and lost
And for the quiet way it brought us
Nearer to our invisible destination.
John O'Donohue,
John O'Donohue,
from To Bless the Space Between Us
Thursday, December 23, 2010
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