Alternate snow and rain, thaw and freeze, leaves craters across the snow at Elmira. Surrounded by a moonscape, I wait for spring. Or more winter. It's that time of year that feels like indecision. So I hunker down in the house, sitting on a patch of sunbeam that warms the carpet and I circle seeds in a garden catalog.
Linking up with Abracabadra for Wordless Wednesday. Photos by Charli Mills.
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Wow! your title indeed does justice to the landscape around, Charli.
ReplyDeleteStay warm, my friend
xoxo
thanks for the linkup...a pleasure to have you on board!
Thanks, Ruchira You are a gracious host! Staying close to the fire this weekend. :-)
DeleteYour home may be bleak but there's huge beauty too. I'm sure all that snow is wearisome by now. I should maybe post my snow poem I wrote when we last had some here in London as a contrast to your version.
ReplyDeleteDo post your snow poem! I'm at that point where I'm tired of fluffy white flakes and walking in porridge.
DeleteBeautiful words and pics, Charli. I can but wonder. I love that you are sitting in a patch of sunbeam. We are trying our best to escape them and their heat over here. I wish you days as warm as your heart! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm sending you some virtual snow to cool off your hot summer days, Norah! Thank you! That's sweet! <3
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