We have been taught, from a very early age, the benefit of sharing. At that point in time, it was mainly about the toys we had. As we got older, we found our hearts felt good about what we could do for those less fortunate than ourselves.
As this last winter progressed you might remember that I wished for snow. I wanted just enough for a white Christmas and to build a snowman in the front garden. This didn't happen. You see, I can wish for this because it's not often that we get that much in our little corner of the world..Case in point:
This was the Cottage right after she became ours in 1990. We hadn't moved in yet but were coming up on weekends to work on the renovations. We didn't measure, but you can see the snow came right up to the top of our stairs. This hasn't happened again in 23 years.
So as spring is on the horizon, I am unable to share with you the images that a lot of you are seeing as you sit by your firesides and gaze out your windows and long for another kind of beauty -- which is spring.
What I can share with you are some sights that the Captain, Buddy and I saw this past weekend as we took a drive along historic Highway 49.
Take note of the wild turkey in the background. Just before I caught the picture he was right under the horses' feet.
Isn't it unusual how that big bull is marked up in the left hand corner. From a distance, he appears to have a white blanket wrapped around him.
See the animal that looks similar to a dog? When we first saw it we thought it might be a fox as it was a little far away, but in actuality, I think he/she is a coyote.
Although, every part of our world has it's own beauty, I feel very blessed to live in this wonderful region.
I hope you know that I not only wanted to share with you what is going on here at this time but also the hope that you might find a little solitude and respite from the ravages of a winter that seems to have been going on far too long.
These sweet little guys were so cute. The Captain had taken Buddy out of the car across the road from them and they were so vigilant. They didn't move a muscle, or take their eyes off of him, until he was back in the car.
"And Winter slumbering
In the open air
Wears on his face
A dream of spring"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I'm also sharing with someone new today...