Posts tagged ‘Nature’
A possum decided to explore the cat’s den on the front porch.
Meanwhile, I’ve put together two more terrariums. Photos to follow if energy allows!
In February the snowdrops blossomed, and now the crocuses have joined them.
The bees, fuzzy with pollen, luxuriated in the blossoms.
Many of the leaves on the trees have not yet turned color and fallen, yet last evening was our first snow of the season. The photos below were taken around my home and studio in the early morning light.
The echinacea plants are wearing tall, snowy caps.
The yew bushes simply bend.
A view from my studio window. Snow was sifting down in the early sunshine, giving the air a dreamy quality.
A few minutes later, the sky was intensely blue.
Now, in the early afternoon, the snow is melting away.
Transitory pleasures, but certain to be repeated. This is just the beginning!
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature— the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” ~Rachel Carson
This morning I discovered the above quote on WordPress friend Robin’s lovely blog, which expresses exactly how I feel this morning, as I regain strength. Robin’s fabulous Green Man post is currently featured on Freshly Pressed. Please visit it to see her photography.
And last but not least, a blessing from a friend: this morning Sharon sent me this photo she took in the Berkshire countryside yesterday.
Check out the Seussian-looking fire tower on the hill!
Hover your cursor over the photos to see place names and elevations.
Bits of snow linger in tucked-away places, as in this large, mossy tree stump. (Click to enlarge it.)
The sky today was an astonishing blue color.
After an especially intense week I needed to get out for a walk this afternoon, even though I had told myself I would work on taxes today. It was breezy and chilly despite the sun. Old age, illness and death were on my mind because of recent events with family and friends. The brown oak leaves underfoot were dead, the tree branches still barren. Bits of ice clung to the shadowed shores of streams. In places there were bits of green, mostly from mosses.
Feeling the weight of the week (and months) past, I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue with the walk – but after crossing a wooden bridge over a stream, I met one of my woody, creature-like friends. She had obviously been there quite a while, for moss had grown on her forehead and snout. Her mouth was slightly open, as though she were about to speak. In an unexpected way, I found myself comforted by this critter made of life, death, and decomposition. A weight lifted from me.
The rest of the walk was in balance, an elusive balance I seek in my up-and-down life these days. I realize I have spent too much time indoors. As the weather warms, I will seek more woodland experiences – and then, of course there is the garden . . .