Saturday, January 31, 2009
All the trees in our neighborhood are crusted with ice that glitters in the sun. This one was calling softly to me from across the street. A line from Lucy Maud Montgomery's poem A Winter's Day describes it best:
A glistening splendor crowns the woods.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it all will your heart survive.
Every year when the first frost hits, I usually dump out my herb pots and store them in the shed. This year, the lavender was still going strong, so I decided to see if they could last the winter. I've been waking up to lavender blooms every morning, which makes the weather predictions that much more bearable.