There is a wilder solitude in winter
When every sense is pricked alive and keen.
--May Sarton ("The House in Winter" A Private Mythology)
It came again this past weekend. We sat by the blazing fire, socked feet resting on the coffee table sighing at its hushed beauty.
These photos were taken the next morning on our
before-breakfast walk.
2 comments:
Just lovely, including the enchanted ones in their socks <3
So beautiful, I like reading your thoughts...it's nice reading thoughts of others who are in the same season of life. Beautful shots.
My computer is on the blink, very slow, it's definitely cramping my blogging or and commenting. Be safe. Psalms 91. ~Amelia
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