A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog
Friday’s Fences
We’ve finally had a little sunshine, but it’s still very cold. The frigid temperatures have prevented any snow melt. It’s still a beautiful, winter wonderland.
…joining Life According to Jan and Jer for Friday’s Fences
Barn Helpers
While the weather outside has been frightful, life in the barn has been delightful for the barn cats. They are always eager to help, following along as we trudge through the snow usually complaining loudly all the while. Anxious to get back to the barn, there they are always ready to provide more help and a good dose of entertainment. Spot, of course, is always enthusiastic about a game of cat and mouse.
While we thought that Muffy, the dog lover, was being unusually cat-friendly with Pumpkin snuggling up with her for warmth. In reality, she was just trying to annoy her enough to get her to move from what Muffy has claimed as her napping spot.
And Davita… what can you say about Davita… well, her motto is “Leave no bucket unturned.” If you are ever trying to track her down, just follow the trail of over-turned buckets. It will lead right to her.
If you’re looking for a little more farm entertainment, please head over to Sprout ‘n’ Wings Farm. Michaele has a wonderful post about “The Winter Farm”.
Father Winter’s Visit
Father Winter hunkered down for a visit over the holidays bringing all his friends – freezing fog, ice, wind and snow.
While making it difficult to get through daily chores, they have created a winter wonderland that is beautiful to behold.
Every surface is covered with ice. Every tree is covered with frost. Many times the same twig has hard rime on one side and soft rime on the other. Blue skies have been rarely seen, but occasionally the sun would force its way through creating a world full of sparkle.
The sheep, along with the dogs, have packed down snowy paths and feeding areas. They all really prefer to spend most of the time out in the midst of it all, seeming to only sheek shelter during the windiest of the storms. Well equipped, by Mother Nature, they are constantly showing off all that wonderful, wooly insulation.
Hello 2013
12 of 2012
Thank you for all your kind words during the past year!
We’re looking forward to sharing much more with you in the new year.
Sunday Muse
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
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{this moment} – holiday moments
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.
*participating with SouleMama… enjoying permission to break the rules
Hoping your holiday continues to be filled with the joy of family, the wonder of childhood and the peace of a few quiet moments of reflection.