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
{this moment}
Tag: winter
Friday’s Fences
solstice to solstice :: white
white
The sun rose on fields
snow blown and misted
ghostly swirls and dervishes.
No fog this–––
for fog simply lies.
No–––this was living
as it arched and twisted,
fingering out to the road
and reaching for me
like the shade of a beloved friend.
There was white inside,
trying to seep out of pores,
I felt it strain
trying to mesh and meld
with this sentient wraith
fingers touching
joining
and suddenly
I am the morning mist
dancing in the crystal air.
‘Reaching for White’ by Lisa Shields
response to week 10 of the solstice to solstice project
with urban.prairie.forest
please check out all the wonderful contributions in the flickr pool
{this moment}
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week.
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 :: savor
savor
a call this week to ‘find beauty, savor’
a call to stop… to pause
to savor the beauty in the tiny… the minute… mother nature’s miniatures
to savor the beauty in a winter walk
to savor the beauty in a sunny winter’s day
response to week nine of the solstice to solstice project
at urban.prairie.forest
please visit the many, lovely contributions at the flickr pool
{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
Friday’s Fences
solstice to solstice :: light
light
this is the light of our childhood winter nights
electric service was unreliable especially in the winter
many times we were without electricity for hours or even days
this light is a witness to countless jigsaw puzzles and books read aloud;
games played and stories told
this light is a connection to those that came before us
to our grandparents, great grandparents and great, great grandparents
little did they know when they carefully packed it to move in 1890
that this light would touch the lives of six generations of our farm family
the original chimney has been replaced
it has a small hole in the top of the fount that has been filled with lead a couple generations back; but to us, this oil lamp is a treasure
this is the light of winter
response to week eight of the solstice to solstice project
at urban.prairie.forest
please visit all the wonderful responses in the flickr pool
Vigilant
They patrol. They investigate. They protect. Ever watchful.
Samson
Belladonna
Raven
Weekend Snowstorm
After a very, very mild January, we finally had a much anticipated snowstorm over the weekend. Despite the windchills of -10, the sheep were quite happy with the weather. For the most part, they were content to remain out in the snow, and rarely sought the shelter of the barn.
Getting where you wanted to go was a bit of a challenge, as our road was not plowed until the storm was over, but we made it out and then down the old barn lane and back with a Ranger load of hay. And of course that made everyone happy.
The only place that coming and going proved to be a real problem was in the barnyard. The traffic snarl was a common occurance as no one wanted to veer off the beaten path.
