The snowy forest at night
Even though this long winter continues to snow and blow and freeze and fuss, I still think an icy snowfall sparkles beautifully.
This morning, captured under the glow of our deck light, heavy wet snow dressed the woods in grandeur yet again.
The woods before dawn illuminated by our deck light
After many mostly photography-less weeks, I reached for the Canon Rebel and lost myself attempting to capture this view, and that view, and how about this one?
Posted in February 2014
Tagged forest at night, life, photography, shoveling, snow, snowstorm, thoughts, Upper Peninsula, winter, wood pile, woods
Let’s walk to the mailbox, shall we?
Barry is plowing snow today, thank goodness, for last night the tractor stopped dead as he plowed the twelve inches of new snow on the driveway. It simply stopped cold, done, finis.
He plotted repair scenarios all night in his sleep, but this morning–lo and behold, another miracle!, the tractor revved once again. Ice in the gas line, he thinks. (I will correct this diagnosis later, just in case non-mechanical me is completely in error.)
Sorry, you’re going to have to look at old pics from 2011. It’s too cold for me to go outside and take any new photos.
Good chilly blanket-wrapped morning!
I hope you’re keeping warm, readers.
Let’s pour a cup of coffee–or would you like tea?–or hot cocoa?–and chat for a spell.
So many everyday conversations begin and end with weather these days. Our thermometer shivers at -10 (-23 C) this still-dark Tuesday morn. My husband just warmed the car in the driveway (it started suspiciously with that telltale err-err-err sound even though he bought a new battery last week) and drove through -32 (-35 C)wind chills to his job at the Sentinel.
I, on the other hand, live in the lap of wood stove stoking luxury. Most of our schoolchildren in the western Upper Peninsula stay at home, protected from that wind chill, yesterday and today. Therefore, I stay at home.
Theoretically, that is.
Apple trees behind our two-classroom school
It’s apple snow
Apples up above
Wolves in snow. (None of these photos are mine, darn it.)
Yesterday morning we ate breakfast with a group of wolf hunters.
I shan’t tell you who they are.
Michigan sports a new law: it’s game now to hunt wolves in the Upper Peninsula. Cost? $100 for residents. $500 for non-residents. Twelve hundred hunters have been licensed this season.
How many wolves shall be culled?
The Department of Natural Resources says 43 in three areas of our fair peninsula.
What the woods looked like last Tuesday
Tuesday. Blessings of the flock.
You’re walking up the road. The air feels still. Silence reigns between tall trees with lingering yellow leaves. Fallen leaves smell crisp with childhood memories of burning raked piles. In the distance, a logging truck whines. Otherwise, you only hear your footsteps slapping pavement.
Suddenly, up above, all around, dozens of chattering birds surround. From treetop to treetop they call, they tattle, they sing. They dive, they wing between branches, they dance. What kind? You hear chickadee, you glimpse juncos, you see a nuthatch.
It’s the blessing of the flock! All around they create bird magic for you. They sing until you remember your dream-wings, the heft and tilt of flight. Don’t they remind you of seeds everywhere, hidden in bark crevices, to be found when needed and not a second before?
Later, down the road, silence returns. You catch your breath at the mystery of it, the way the flock surrounds and dissolves. How it teaches in a language of feathers and how it can change everything, simply in the arising.
One of the best parts of having grown-up children: they go forth in the world and have adventures!
I love vicariously participating in the adventures of our two kids.
Inside our home–looking out
Today shall be my weekly blessing post. Thanks to my blogging friend from Scotland, Harula, who has inspired me to write weekly until 2014 dawns.
Looking to the right off our deck
Please admire the photos of the still-gorgeous autumn leaves all around our house. This is Home, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, thank all the tree gods and goddesses, as well as the spirit of the divine.
Because this post so means “Home” to me, I shall contribute to the WordPress daily prompt “Home Sweet Home.”
Black rocks, blue sea, autumn colors, Suzi
Last weekend, as many of you might recall, was the Weekend of the Susies.
On Sunday, blogging buddy Suzi Banks Baum, from Laundry Line Divine, and I met in person (for the first time) and proceeded to dine at the Sweetwater Cafe in Marquette before driving out to Presque Isle to play along the infamous Black Rocks. (She met up with two Kathys while I was meeting up with two Susies during the weekend. You can read her tale of Two Kathys here.)
Lake Superior stone
Indeed, what a weekend it’s been! What a weekend it’s going to be!
It is the weekend of the Susies.
Specifically, since you asked, Susie Q and Suzi BB.
My Internet Pals, turned Real & In-Person.
First, may I re-introduce Susie Q? I met her back-in-the-days. We met on a spiritual website called Zaadz/Gaia.com, which hath now gone defunct from its original inception. Its new home is anewgaia.ning.com which you can visit if you’re intrigued.
Susie Q and I bonded for many reasons. Mainly, because she hailed from our fair Upper Peninsula, just 45 minutes “up the road” from my Little House in the Big Woods.
We met and gathered stones from Lake Superior. We met and camped under the stars on a sandy beach. We met and connected, yes we did. Click here if you want to read about our camping adventure back in 2010.