The stream in the hollow was wide open yesterday, tumbling over the rocks, gurgling along contentedly and singing to itself. A single russet beech leaf rested easy in the sunlight nearby, and the ravens were croaking somewhere above me in the trees. A perfect hour was spent just sitting silently on a flat rock by the beaver pond.I closed my eyes as I sat there on the granite, breathing in and out quietly, and the winter sunlight draped itself lovingly around my shoulders like a fine warm Kashmiri shawl. There was a delicious woody fragrance wafting up from the forest floor yesterday, and the surface of the pond sparkled like sequins — (sigh) it felt like an early spring day.
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Hi kerrdelune,
I've missed visiting your site. Our internet was down, and now I've decided to cut it off. I feel free. We'll go to the library to use it.
Lovely photos. Your description of sitting on the granite made me breath deeply. Thank you.
Dear Cate!
Beautiful - the draping sunlight, sequins and woodsy smells - evoke that rare winter moment when one might feel the tiniest stir toward spring.
Wishing you health, peace, and love this coming new year, my sweet!
I am always so grateful for your crisp, clear photos (and the mind images that come, unbidden, along with your words). Thank you for the reminders of what really matters in life - and how to look deeply.
This felt like a summer day in So Cal and a bad fire burned earlier in the Malibu Colony--and all of you in "cold country" have spring coming already. I watched An Inconvenient Truth last night and I'm a believer.
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