Monday, January 17, 2011

scintillas


One morning while folding a load of laundry that was covering my bed, I glanced outside my bedroom window and saw a sight that riveted my full attention. Shall I say hundreds of drops of moisture were ornamenting my Japanese Maple tree?  

Scintillas of winter's sweetness suspended and creating visual pleasure.

3 comments:

crochet lady said...

A lovely sight, to be sure.

GretchenJoanna said...

Those are lovely scintillas! And the word...I hadn't heard it in so long it is almost like a new discovery. Thank you for alerting me to both.

The dB family said...

Beautiful! The rain makes everything so new and fresh.

Blessings!
Deborah

once again ...and even more frozen whiteness

  There is a wilder solitude in winter  When every sense is pricked alive and keen.         --May Sarton ("The House in Winter" A ...