So, I was sitting out in the gorgeous weather enjoying a little color . . . when I spotted another color above me in the tree. 👇 Continue reading “Color and more Color”
Over the weekend we were hoping to get some of that disinfecting UV light, but Saturday it rained all day. My brand new tulips enjoyed it though.
So, this happened over the weekend. 👇
If you’re bored, come live where I live. There’s never a dull moment.
Just a quick little post.
First thing in the morning, I step outside to let the dog out. Steam billows from my breath and crispy white sheets crunch under my boots. A soothing song greets me from high above. Wait, what? There’s a bird singing? I can’t remember the last time I heard a bird sing. The branches are still bear and the ground is blanketed in white. Birds don’t sing in the winter. Am I dreaming?
I blink upwards, then squint to focus between the spiny sticks. Something flitters.
We finally did it. We got sick of winter and went back to the tropics.
I think the earth has shifted, or maybe someone has drugged me and moved my house to the North Pole, with me inside. Yesterday we received six more inches of snow on top of the ten inches already planted. On the forecast below, tomorrow’s (Wednesday’s) reading is not the wind chill, but the actual temperature (-25c & -29c). The overnight temps are on the bottom.
Thank you for this past Sunday, for the vibrant sky, and the refreshing hint of spring, soon to awaken and beautify.
First of all, after a trial run of three posts, I’ve given up on two-hundred-word Tuesday. I’ve learned that I’m not a women of few words. I rarely go beyond 500 words anyway.
Okay, onto my topic.
When I lived in Florida, I experienced about a half dozen hurricanes. Not all at once, of course, but a few darkened our door within weeks of each other. None were direct hits, but when a giant storm is moving across a narrow peninsula, there really is no way to avoid the affects.
Now that I’m back in Chicago, I don’t have to worry about hurricanes anymore, but Mother Nature has a way of reminding us she’s still in charge.
Hi. How are you today? Are you enjoying the transition to spring?
January, February and March.
The recipe I planned to put on this post today is perfectly fitting for what we experienced in the Midwest this weekend.
I’d completely forgotten that hopeful feeling that comes with spring.
I know by January I will be sick and tired of this, but I feel like a kid seeing snow for the first time. It’s been 27 years, so please indulge me for now.
People walk here. I probably see double the amount of people walking in my new neighborhood in the Chicago suburbs then back in Florida where I lived.
There are also more people at parks, on bikes and sitting out on their porches. I wondered how the Sunshine State could have less people interested in the outdoors. I rarely saw people sitting outside there.
Today I thought we’d have a little fun with photography and art.
On occasion I get ideas for blog posts and never write them down. Subsequently, I forget about them. Today, I’m writing an idea off the top of my head and will post it as soon as I’m done typing this out. Oh, and after I sift through photos to find one appropriate for this subject matter.
I especially have to write this now, because it is about an emotion I’m feeling that will only last for today. Don’t worry, the emotion will return in the future, but for now, I expect it to last twenty-four hours.
It looks as though paradise has been replaced by a wintery, frozen tundra. Despite this year’s brutal season, the happiest state to live in America is no longer Hawaii, but North Dakota. Not only that, but nine of the top ten are northern states, most of them buried in the white stuff right now. Hawaii dropped to number eight.