Walking WordlessWednesday

A walk in nature walks
the soul back home

Mary Davis

D’s to S’s

Dawn – Dusk

Dipping down

Dismally dull

Depressingly dark

Dreary & dingy

Just staying afloat #Sundaystills

Technically I’m not quite “playing by the rules” with the challenge as presented. But hey what’s new? I’m merely thinking outside the ordinary realm of “afloat”.

Weathered by the weather

I had no plans to do the latest #Sundaystills prompt about weather. But I’ve spent the last 10 days being weathered and it gave me a concept.

Mustering #SpringGreen

Mustering March’s green on the prairies

Is rather like herding cats

Mustering March’s green on the prairies

A bit more like an abstract

Moondogs…

Moon dogs
Sun dogs
Cold dogs

And the big bad wind said
I will huff and puff and blow the house down
And the wind blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew some more
But the old house on the hill withstood the onslaught
Albeit the downspout sounded like a plane on takeoff

And the big bad wind said
I will swirl and snarl and whip the snow around
And the wind blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew some more
And the snow stood in mounds and waves like it had done somersaults
With eerie dog pee stack castoffs

And the big bad wind said
I will blow your brain till it has a meltdown
And the wind blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew some more
And then blew some more
And the brain caved and cracked until there was no freedom of thought
Finally sleep came to avoid a total brain lift off

Drifts captured – Moon dogs were the morning before and not captured

Twenty four plus hours of non stop full force wind and I once again wonder how the dirty thirties were survived. Ninety years later we appear to be back to the roaring twenties but this time it’s not the morals but the wind. Endlessly flailing at the world perhaps in retaliation for climate change. It’s howl loudly heard through the trees in the ravine as we try to escape the windchill. One can, if desperate, escape the buffeting endless pressure of it by sleeping in the basement.

I am fairly certain that poetry is not my strong suit but hey I actually managed a few rhyming words. Perhaps I over did it on the repetitive phrase or perhaps the wind over did it and fried my brain.

This afternoon the sun shone. The wind was a light breeze. The temp was a balmy -16. We had a fabulous snow shoe and went much farther than the last few days. It was the kind of the day that makes one love winter. Gotta focus on the positives and sleep hard tonight to make up for last night!

Bernie

Sunshine on my Mind

Infusing the sky with layers of colour

The celestial body then slowly slides into the clouds

The moon, now obscured by a fluffy whiteness

Disappears into oblivion and so begins another day

Solar batteries inside my head depleted

Then wonders of wonders the clouds burst

Blue skies sunshine and shadows prevailed

My heart rejoiced and a weight lifted

The sunshine sank lightly into my soul

As the sun sunk behind the hills it lingered on the tree tops

Sunshine always on my mind

Bernie

November Gratitude A to Z

The snow drifts gently earthbound. The sun hidden, once again it seems, by this incessant cloud cover. I’d like to complain but it’s not

Paint “Therapy”

Surprisingly enoough there may have been rhyme to the reason. Perhaps I’m mixing metaphors again but you will eventually see what I mean.

It was a typical

Tiny Little Bits

A friend, who lives abroad and is currently experiencing like her 10th season of summer in a row, sent this message the