“Oh, those West Virginia Hills!”
We never tire of your beauty and inspiration, especially on these misty, mountain mornings as the fog slowly burns off and you appear in the distance.
Tag: hills
Merry Christmas
from the hills of West Virginia, where we are still wishing for a White Christmas… or at least a little less rain, fog and ice. Wishing you and yours a day full of love, peace and sparkle… all the things that make wonderful memories!
Weekly Top Shot
Most of the leaves have disappeared during this week of wind and rain, but last Sunday the hills were still filled with glorious color. Here our old barn is peeking through the beautiful autumn hillside leaves.
joining Weekly Top Shot with The View From Right Here
Signs of Spring
“Spring has returned.
The earth is like a child that knows poems.”
~Ranier Maria Rilke
Not quite sure if you can see it or not, but there is a slight hint of red in our mountains, a sure sign that spring is finally arriving. Flocks of starlings are flying through, coltsfoot are blooming by the roadside, bluebirds are back at the nest boxes and maple tree buds are swelling.
Light and Color
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”
~ John Burroughs
Weekly Top Shot
We’re enjoying such beautiful fall color in the mountains.
Hope your autumn is every bit as lovely.
joining Madge at The View From Right Here for her 1st Anniversary of Weekly Top Shot
{this moment}
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.
Solstice to Solstice :: Change
“Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?” ~ Hal Borland
Change is coming to the mountains.
response to week one of the thirteen weeks of autumn
the solstice to solstice project with urban.prairie.forest
Solstice to Solstice :: White
white
white mist rises from the hollow
as if a plume of smoke
enveloping
developing
into a fog that moves across the meadow
and slowly encloses the farm
in a veil of moist white air
between storms
response to week twelve of the thirteen weeks of summer
the solstice to solstice project with Sarah Jean at urban.prairie.forest
Sunday Muse
“How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!”
~ John Muir