Some times, when days are spent in the hospital ( Granny is recovering well from an unexpected surgery.) and nights are spent fixing plumbing (We have hot water again, even if new things are leaking and lets not even talk about the washing machine…) it’s hard to stop and find the beauty in the day.
But it’s always there, you just have to remember to breathe and look for it.
The first warning of winter sparkles in the morning light.
A beautiful sign that cold, killing weather is on the horizon and with it the season of rest and silent renewal.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Peek
After a few cloudy days I caught the sun peeking through the trees.
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
I am quite convinced…
…there can never be enough pictures of kids with pumpkins.
Or kids on pumpkins.
And I particularly feel there can never be enough pictures of kids with their Great Gramps and pumpkins.
But, until next year…
…these will have to do.
They say winter is coming.
The area is full of winter storm warnings, dire predictions and people shivering at the mere thought of snowy weather arriving.
Napping in the autumn sun.
But not me.
I’ll welcome the true winter weather when it comes.
Unfortunately, I suspect we are heading into nothing more than the transition period. The time of cloudy days and freezing temperatures with no snow but plenty of frozen puddles and icy mud patches that precedes real winter. I hope I’m wrong. Maybe winter will show up for good tonight.
We’ve been spoiled by a long fall of gorgeous weather but it’s about time for a little cold. It may come with beautiful snowfalls and freezing temperatures or it may be a month of slush, but I’ve got my warm fire and a pile of books to read.
Update: It’s snowing!!! It may all melt tomorrow but first snow is always magic!
John tells me there is a space in the world for white flowers,
that they are too often overlooked in favor of their flashier companions.
This may be true,
or it’s that he’s color blind.
Either way, around here, a rose in November deserves a little recognition for being brave.
Just for being,
no matter the color.