It's snowing, big soft flakes that melt when they hit the ground. The outside world smells cold and snowy, and the birds are quieter, their calls muted by the flakes. Buds are thickening on a few trees; with the changing climate it is difficult to know whether that is seasonal. It is noticeably colder today, … Continue reading Winter Appears
A warm, foggy, dreary sort of day, more like Eliot's early April than January, somehow fitting given our non-winter. I'm drinking my morning cup of coffee and listening to Vivaldi's "Summer" from the "Four Seasons"; I wonder what he would make of this. As I wrote in my last post, the Holidays rather got away … Continue reading Pushing Large Rocks Uphill
Here is another in the series. I am enjoying this!
Dreaming the World 