Bare. Trees. Bare, the field. Blades stand slanted, bent by wind. Maybe confused. Maybe seeking refuge behind their buds. February warmth by sun only to be forsaken with chill. Oh, the daffodil with their braveness to peek through this cold ground.....and greet us with smile and sun.
It's happening. Daffodils are about 5 inches out of ground now. Oh, and the groundhog did see its shadow....so, perhaps an early spring.....yes, just maybe. I predict 2 more snippets of snow: next week and toward the end of February.
This weekend we will celebrate Hillary's 8 year old birthday at the ice-skating rink with friends. Happy Birthday, sweet ~ Hillary.
"The lonely stand in the dark corners of their hearts.
I have seen them in cities, and in my own neighborhood,
nor could I touch them with the magic that they crave
to be unbroken. Then, I myself, lonely,
said hello to good fortune. Someone
came along and lingered and little by little
became everything that makes the difference.
Oh, I wish such good luck
to everyone. How beautiful it is to be unbroken." ~ Mary Oliver
What does this communicate to you?
I read this today and loved what it evoked -meaning-connectedness......do share what you think. Coffee, tea, anyone? :)
Below.....more pics of the adventures this past weekend.
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| Brock and Coop enjoying their food after the mountain.....skiing in short sleeves.....today. |
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| Old Mill selfie of Hilly |
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| Swimming! |
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| Little Bluegrass..... |
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