Another week vanishes
without plan or purpose.
Winter creeps along muted, hazy,
sometimes dreary. Then crocus blooms
like a song I know by heart.
Winter Blooms
Winter Rainbow
I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882)
talya
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Musical Pairing:
A Winter’s Tale, Queen
Daybreak
The cobwebs scatter
with each sip of black coffee,
robust and steaming.
Beyond the oak trees,
darkness lightens to purple.
I welcome this day.
talya
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