under the breath
mutterings
and soft cursing
“Where is that water coming from?”
*** Our friend, Pete, is installing a dishwasher for us today. I am lending quiet presence and moral support! The photo is Pete in a happier mood, playing guitar and singing.
dawn streaks the sky
with shocking pink and deep purple
decorating the icy cove
with newly born color
the gravel bar stretches
to the receding waters edge
tiny white shells grace the shoreline
angels wings left behind
“For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” Wendell Berry
Small delights of domesticity:
pot of chicken soup on the stove,
saw horses set up in the middle of the kitchen,
paint & brushes on the floor
new wooden doors painted samovar silver
Farewell to yesterdays sapphire skies, today dawned to the gray veil of rain.
rain, cold and misty,
veils the morning
with pale gray clouds
and silver music
Bright Saturday morning,
we wake to robinsong
and the cove drenched in sunlight.
We delight in the clear cold air,
after a fog filled November and December,
January has become sapphire and crystalline –
a jewel of morning, afternoon and evening-
a treasure worthy of kings.
shaking their shaggy heads,
four small pied ponies
dance in the january sun
and prance in the winter meadow
*** I have been delighted to watch four funny little ponies as I drive along our ridge. They seem full of life and mischief as they prance in their meadow.
Study in scarlet – the berries of the possum haw along the wire fence, bright streak on the crown of the downy woodpeckers head, the flag on the mailbox awaiting the mail truck today, the apples in the wooden bowl on the counter.
morning wakes
to robin song
and the rumble of earthworms
in the thawing ground
We have had glorious weather the past couple of days – warm and sunny after so many that were cold and gray.
Now I know that we have a long way to go before we see the last of winters many charms (!) but we revel in the warmth and do chores that had been left to wait until weekends just like this.
So spring will come and with this little respite, we are ready, come what may!
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