A classic northern Easter day, the perfect waning moon seen at dawn for a only moment, the birds singing chill in the garden at first light, drifts of ethereal cloud in the early blue, then mist and a slow greyness creeping in from somewhere over the Gatineaux hills and far away. There were torrents of snow falling soft on the Clyde river yesterday, over the fields and through the bare trees. It was so quiet by the river that one could hear the snow falling and coming to rest on old wood and water and stone. Listen, can you hear it?
3 comments:
Thank you for a beautiful post. It reminds to enjoy the beauty of snow and not just gripe about the inconvenience.
I can hear it. :)
While I don't get to visit your blog nearly as often as I'd like, I really feel that it's a very special corner in cyberspace.
I wanted to let you know that I've tagged you with the Thinking Blogger Award. Stopping by your blog is always a breath of fresh air - thank you for sharing!
Best,
Jade
I hope this comes through. My comments don't seem to be making it through Blogger this afternoon! I love your thoughts on snow. Do you have a new heading or banner for this blog? It's so pretty!
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