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.
Thanks
for
stopping
by.
Have
a
good
day.
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!
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Yes, I’d say she is nasty, but spring will feel all the better for it.
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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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Yes, the barn scene was a peaceful moment. It’s nice to hear you saw what I felt.
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