MY TIME HAS COME

And the heavens opened...and rained down upon us, pure and white, light and fluffy, our first real snow!

It did not take me long to don my skis and take the loop from my garden, up through the woods, over the hills, across the road, along Jug Creek and back.

My dog, leaping eagerly as she heard me coming up the basement stairs clanking the skis and poles.

I know I've said this here before, but even the lowliest of weeds seem so beautiful
when framed by the snow.

It is difficult for me not to take a photo of each and every of the thousands upon thousands of dried 'weeds' covering the fields. Their beauty is truly stunning to me.

They seem graceful and poised at the same time, and perfect in their place.

And the burdock bends and curves while inviting one to really look at what it is, stark against the pure white.

This lovely bunch of red berries hanging from the bush on our front lawn
shouts out to be noticed.

How beautiful the world is in the winter!