February 21, 2015

In the midst of winter, there is an absence of contrast which assaults my senses. I miss vibrant splashes of color when
all I see are shades of white, brown, and black. I miss the chatter of birdsong in the echoing stillness. I miss the smell
of green in the frigid air. I miss running while trudging through knee deep snow.


But I can not deny, the peace I feel encompassing the quiet. For in the starkness of winter, sits the soul of Mother Earth,
and she is magnificent. I hear it in her whispers which fill the silence.


As we slowly inch toward spring and the pending explosion of contrast, I am grateful for my time spent in winter,


and eagerly anticipate sharing spring with my new friend, Hope.


For those of you nearby, here is a link to ‘The Journey North’ http://www.learner.org/jnorth/season/  which contains
interactive migration maps in which you can follow the progression of spring as it slowly inches north.

There is still no sign of Chester on the prairie. I again traveled to the neighbor’s barn for this photograph. Chester is the one
with a few of last year’s scraggly feathers still attached. (the middle one on the right) It was thoughtful of him to
leave me an identifying marker.










Latest Comments

  1. amaryllislog says:

    Oh, winter! She’s a nasty one, isn’t she? Your images and thoughts are lovely and you put such a nice positive spin on all this whiteness!


  2. Annie says:

    There is something peaceful and serene about snow and it is well-illustrated in your barn photo. And you do have your vibrant splash of color on the bird feeder and with your precious puppy. Wonderful photos.


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