Wednesday, January 15, 2025

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 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.

Be Ye Glad

I penned a little note this morning to send away to my sewing friend thanking her for hosting our Sewing Group just this past Saturday in he...