Tuesday, January 8, 2013
My grave peregrinations done for the moment, I turn toward home. Tall spruces mark Gary Morgenstern's house. They, some narcissus, and the naked lady amaryllis that springs up each summer, are the only visible reminders of his life that remain. Well, that and the Blatz cans down in the ravine in the woods behind. Want to hear me tell about Gary? Go to the NPR website and listen.
I feel another season change coming on. Fergus' Pond as it looked in December:
and in September.
Yes, it's killing me, too.
nothing wrong with that scene, either. Mmmm. Oh, those spots of color. Must paint. So glad I brought my camera. It really is just ridiculously beautiful out here.
If a bit nippy. I'm coming up on the Three Graces, trees I am helplessly in love with, and hope to hell the new landowner won't fell.
As they danced in September's wine-gold sun, party dresses gleaming
and as they shiver in a naked row today:
This wintry musing brought to you by your freezing blogger, Zicksicle
who was delighted to find a fake deer covered in snow, a jaunty Christmas hat on his antlers
and, upon returning home, to be welcomed (well, stomped and snorted at) by a real one in the driveway.