“Look,” Samuel said, “Icicles hanging off the eves.”

Ready to turn in, instead go to look. Glittering icicles from moonlight shining through, well worth looking. Getting the camera, but knowing windows and screens hamper good photographs, the attempt was made anyway.

The glorious full moon drew me out in slippers through knee deep snow crunchy on top due to ice. Slipping my way down the deck stairs now hidden beneath a foot of white, my camera kept snapping.

The quiet and beauty was nothing like the string of warmer days when muddy greyness dampened the countryside. This wonderland took my breath, mesmerizing with her elegance, the moon smiling with all her luster catapulting downward in a luxurious gown of lace, taffeta, and sparkling sequins.


Canoeing the Creek

Forcing myself to move when wanting to crawl into a cave until May, opened the day to warmth and pleasure. Intending to walk the meadow, instead the patio looked inviting. Sitting in the warm sun brought relief to legs that ached with the cooler weather.

We decided to canoe the creek since the rain caused the level to rise even higher than the beaver’s dam caused. Samuel did most of the rowing while I photographed what looked like water color paintings, the water mirroring the environment with precision and mesmerizing beauty.


Be in the Body

photo by Patricia

Tap- tap- tap, from the woodpecker in the dead tree. Then a warble of melodies from the mockingbird as it follows me down the meadow to the creek, our resident guard bird. After walking five laps in the meadow the pleasurable award is sitting by creek absorbing nature and its inhabitants. Many surprises await. 

Red-winged blackbirds, bright yellow finches, a cardinal highlighted in the greenery of leaves, and a pair of muskrats swimming back and forth leaving small wakes behind them. The shy heron unaware of my presence spreads its wide wings floating the air current then rests at the creek’s edge close-by stone still. Like a statue it gazes at the water it awaiting fish for its dinner. Frogs burp their deep basses, as the brown duck flies away in surprise. 

My body fully relaxes as if meditating. Usually it is held tight in defense of what awaits. Alone in nature or while meditating it unwinds completely including internal organs. Nature with those moments of peace and safety is restorative.

The meadow, once filled with daisies and buttercups has transformed into a blanket of yellow mustard and matching wild-flowers. Hickory nuts crunch underfoot as a vibrant leaf falls golden tinged with a red-orange hue. The cool night left a thick dew and everything glitters. The landscape shimmers as the breeze tickles the greenery making the diamonds dance. My senses become over-loaded with beauty unable to take it all in. Gratitude fills my heart along with love for life. 

The thick sweet scent of the luscious butterfly bushes bring hummingbirds, bees and of course butterflies… Late in the afternoon they sip, flit and swirl offering a world of grace….


A period of grace…

photos by patricia

Sleep comes night after night most nights. This new bliss is welcomed. The quiet peace of morning is so still that hummingbird wings are the only interruption other than the soft buzz of insects ever present in the background along with the low cooing of a dove.

The red banded hummer perches on the clematis vine overseeing the feeder. I sit nearby sipping coffee warmed by the sun. Golden rays splash down in beams through the thick trees onto the meadow.

Peace and tranquility reign in this little bit of paradise…