New Day

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After being hit by a substantial snowfall yesterday today is showing promise.

This new day displays beautiful art in the sky.

Living close to a lake, we experience truly lovely skies as the sun rises.  Today is no exception.  Despite the wintry landscape the rising sun casts deep contrasts of light and shadow wherever you look.  A delight to behold.

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Methinks this wasp nest will not survive.  Crows continually visit, pulling it apart.

Make this new day count.  Smile much and be thankful for family, friends and good neighbours.

Patricia

 

 

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Four Letter Words

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Four letter word.  The mere mention can conjure up one word that is complete profanity.  It is a word that I have always abhorred.  One of my uncles once described it as a word that is only used prolifically by uneducated people, because they cannot express themselves without its use.

Mm…..  well then, society, as a whole, must be lacking greatly, as it offends the ears, no matter where you are these days.

There’s another four letter word that can strike dismay into my heart.  A weather forecaster recently referred to it as winter precipitation: not wanting to mention it on camera.  Oh – you know – SNOW!  Ghastly, cold, winter ‘rain.’

I loved being outdoors in it, when my sons were young.  We would have immense fun finding hills to toboggan down.  We’d prepare a flask filled with hot drinks for all and off we would go, into the wild, white yonder. Our family had come from England and snow was a winter wonderland made to explore.

I’m not so enamored by it now.  It’s incredibly beautiful, yet treacherous.  Driving can be very difficult, walking well nigh impossible for some. I had the distinct misfortune of slipping on ice last winter; resulting in broken bones.  Now, I consider going out into white weather very carefully.  NOT that I’ve decided to become a recluse.  I’m quiet – not anti-social.  I do, however, choose to stay close to home if I can.  I find white winter weather is not harmonious to my psyche.

There’s another four letter word that can promote warmth and confidence within each of our hearts, if we choose to share it.  LOVE.  It’s God’s declaration and solution for establishing harmony among mankind.  So, while I look out my window and shake my head at the blanket of snow everywhere, I am more inclined to do the same at the state of humanity and the lack of love being shown around the world.

1 John 4:18 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts our fear, because fear involves torment.  But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.  (NKJV)

Patricia

From This to This!

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Aah.  Windows are open.  Fresh air is wafting through the house.  I love it.

Not so long ago, noses and toes(es) would have frozen solid with windows open: if you could open them at all.  Some of ours can freeze shut in the midst of the bitter cold winter.

Now leaves,are, thankfully, appearing on the trees, while birds are busily building nests.  Some are already caring for their young (they  obviously had an early start).

Looking through photographs – of which I have hundreds – I gladly enjoy sharing what I see from my window today, with what I saw just a matter of weeks ago.

Look at the pics and guess which one I prefer to see outside my window.

If you chose the pic on the right.  Right!

What’s your favourite view from your window?

Patricia

Good (Spring) Morning

 

Morning is here again.  Thank you, Lord.

I have my wake-up juice (coffee) beside me, and am looking out to the garden.

I love the quiet of a new day dawning.  The birds are singing (some cheeping).  They all sound wonderful, after the frigid cold months of winter silence.

I just spotted a young rabbit.  The only reason I saw it was because it moved.  It cannot be larger than my hand.  How cute.  It might not be as cute when it begins chomping on my plants, as the adult rabbits do; but I would rather enjoy its presence than not see new life at all.

Thankfully, the garden flowers are waking up, after their long winter rest.  Primroses; bluebells; and snowdrops are all in bloom, with many more strutting their stuff, with fresh green outfits.

Springtime is my favorite season of the year.  It brings with it new life and anticipation of the better (weather) days ahead.  The fall, I agree, is beautiful with colors gracing our countryside and gardens, but it is always a precursor to winter – and that never appeals to me.

Give me spring, with temperatures climbing.  Trees and plants awaking.  Flowers blooming.  New life viewing the world around it for the first time, and everything new again.

I am also thinking of those held captive, wherever they might be.  I pray they are freed to the welcoming arms of loved ones – soon.

Which is your favorite season?

Enjoy your day!

Patricia