Mental Meandering on Life and Writing by Carol J. Garvin (aka Careann)
We had a friend, Nel, who maintained February always had at least nine sunny days. She wasn’t a meteorologist but relied on her memory to substantiate the claim. When we started paying attention, it seemed as if she was right. February might be too soon to plant or mow, but nice days often had us outside,Continue reading “Procrastinating on Snow Days”
Bits and blobs of leftover snow clung to branches. There hadn’t been much… less than an inch… but the temperature hovered near zero (celsius) most of the week so it was slow to melt. Then, just as the last trace disappeared from barren branches, the sky sprinkled fine snow and dusted everything fresh white again.Continue reading “A Winter Day”
… . The snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. . Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl. . [JamesContinue reading ““… ridged inch deep with pearl””
. There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance. [William Sharp] The earth is the Lord’s, and the fulness thereof; theContinue reading ““Every intricacy of twig…””
. Footsteps crunch a path through powdery snow and wisps of breath trail on frigid air. An abandoned bench mourns a friendlier season… a time when garden beds didn’t snooze beneath a layer of crystalline insulation, but beckoned with fragrance and colour. Now the bench serves only as a temporary resting spot for chickadees andContinue reading “A Winter Wander, and Contest Winners”
Chilly west coasters are coping with the intrusion of an Arctic ridge of high pressure. It’s creating strong outflow winds and bringing frigid temperatures from the Interior of the province into our normally balmy south coast. As the front pushes towards the coast it’s meeting warmer Pacific onshore currents, producing… what else? More snow. JustContinue reading “The Plot… er, the Snow, Thickens (There’s a Giveaway, too!)”
. “I am the light of the world.” . [John 8:12] . . How exquisite your love, O God! … You’re a fountain of cascading light, and you open our eyes to light. . [Psalm 36:7,9 – The Message] . . Blanshard Peak – 5,085 ft – part of the Golden Ears mountains of the Garibaldi RangeContinue reading “Frozen Light”
Windows on winter Sun-blessed discoveries On a chilly morn Wandering ‘coon tracks Across my back deck Pressed in powdered snow Glimpses of beauty Branches of white lace Tree spears stretching tall Evergreens shiver Showering snow flakes To capture lost warmth Fresh winter snowfall Fluffy white crystals Dusting winter’s day ~ What’s your writing day like? CanContinue reading “Windows on Winter”
Soft and silent snow Aftermath of windswept flakes Whispers of winter ~ Lonely autumn leaves Chilled by a crystal blanket Drop dying colours Wealth and honor come from you; you are the ruler of all things. In your hands are strength and power to exalt and give strength to all. Now, our God, weContinue reading “Whispers of Winter”
We west coasters may be teased as wimps, but we’re accustomed to balmy rainforest-type conditions here. When temperatures take their first winter plunge we shiver and complain. This weekend blustery winds blew our first short lived snowfall into skiffs and drifts, and layered nearby mountains in a wardrobe of white. Most of the snowContinue reading “Pre-Winter Blasts and Blusters”
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