Sunday morning
when I let Robin out
it was like we were living in
a fairyland
where all my dreams could come true
and the world was covered with
a white quilt
that kept all the warmth inside
and all the noise of life out.
It was like a poem
that I heard only with
my eyes.
I'm only speaking for myself,
as I am aware that
this situation
is a way of winter life for many
and not always a happy one at that...
but, for me,
that stillness that falls from the sky,
that keeps the cars
from driving by at race track speed
and makes everything just plain clean,
is a sight to hold close
to my heart.
The branches of the butterfly bush
are bending down but,
at this point,
Mother Nature is being kind
and they will return
to their graceful ways
when she is through
with them.
The crepe myrtle
is made of stronger stock
so it can hold the weight
of all this beauty
as it plays over
her branches.
My new camera
has a larger lens
so I can take clear photos
from a distance
such as the one, above,
through the
kitchen window.
This is what my world was like
at 7:30 Sunday morning.
By 11:30,
the sun had come out
and most of the snow was melting.
It stayed very cold, however,
and throughout the day
we had a difference of opinion
between the
snow, hail, rain, and sun.
No one seemed
to come out as
the winner.
Throughout the night
it remained cold and icy
and now the frost
is on the pumpkin...
...and even though
this event was of great enjoyment,
we still have high hopes
that the harbingers of spring
are not far behind...
...and for some,
until then,
a quiet spot before the fire
will do just fine,
thank you very much!
...Judy...
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