solstice to solstice :: comfort

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comfort

A bird has a nest
A fox has a lair
A den is a home
If you’re a bear.
I have a comfortable old chair.

Soft pillowed blue,
a flowered cloud,
The perfect place to read aloud
to myself or silently
letting long words run over me,
letting the stories I have read
make moving pictures in head.
New chairs are nice
but mine is best.
My spot to think in
brood in
rest
to plot in
dream in, many dreams,
to scheme a few outlandish schemes in
Kings need crowns to be the king
but me
I can be anything
any person
anywhere
if I just have my book and chair.

“Comfortable Old Chair” by Karla Kuskin

response to week six of the solstice to solstice project at urban.prairie.forest
a fifty-two week project focused on the seasons – one word at a time
flickr pool – the solstice to solstice project

Saturday’s Sunrise

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From 6:58 a.m. to 7:36 a.m., we experienced a most glorious sunrise… each moment more beautiful than the last.  In thirty-eight minutes our mountain top went from darkness into light.  An everyday miracle.  A reminder to hold on to that which is beautiful in each and every day.

Many thanks to all of you for the thoughts, prayers and love you have sent our way. 
We are so grateful.

Following the Freezing Fog

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from the soft pink reflections of dawn to the first light of sunrise striking the mountains

and the graceful birch tree branches

from the tops of the hard rime frosted mountains to the soft rime covered teasel in the old barnyard

from the tree tops in the brilliant blue sky to every tall blade of grass and small seed head

We were blessed with a Sunday that was a spectacular, sun-filled, sparkling winter wonderland.
It was just what we needed to renew our spirits.
(click on pictures to enlarge)

Freezing Fog

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This winter has been full of interesting weather, and Saturday was no exception.  We were in a fog, literally… All. Day. Long.  And not just any fog, we were in a freezing fog.  This occurs when liquid fog droplets freeze to surfaces.  Early morning the temperature was 33 degrees.  It had dipped to 27 degrees by late mornng and remained there the rest of the day.  Normally you would hear no complaints about a 27 degree day from these parts, but with all the moisture in the air, it was just miserable.  There was a running battle with icing gates, latches and doors.  We were all kind of soggy by the end of the day.
Now, lest you think we are complaining, we have to let you know that this is just a set-up for tomorrow’s post… pictures from Sunday… it was a spectular day!  In the meantime, please enjoy the soft mystery of the freezing fog… honestly, it really was quite pretty also.