The forecast called for snow tonight, but I say rain. The morning fog dragged on until evening keeping my little paradise well blanketed. I had to get out of the house today to clear my head, too many projects, and too many ideas swirling around, and no clear starting place for my "to do" list. Really, it's the perfect conditions for a walk down the hill, and I could no more walk down the hill without my camera than I could walk down the hill without my legs.
Once upon a time, I really despised winter, cold, and grey, and dreary. Perhaps I am look more carefully now. Winter is not overtly beautiful like the spring, but there is a certain thrill to its beauty, like the thrill of finding hidden treasure. Perhaps it is the austerity of winter that allows the subtle things to be so joyous. There are subtle splashes of color, the sounds of church bells and chickens, the heavenly smell of witch hazel, and a stillness that is so calming.
|In the Winter Garden|
|Witch Hazel...the most incredible scent|
|Lichen and Buds|
|Boats Waiting out the Winter|
|A Close up View|
|The Long View|