A nap on a warm day, in the shade, with a breeze, is one of the great pleasures of being. ~Terri Guillemets, American quotation anthologist
Give
Me a
Nice nap on
A winter’s day
Nestled in the crook
Of a big maple tree
With the warm sun on my back
And a gentle breeze in my face
And no barking dogs to annoy me
A squirrel’s life is the best life for me!
Note: This form of poetry is called Etheree.
Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. ~An Affair to Remember, 1957, screenplay by Delmer Daves, Leo McCarey, and Donald Ogden Stewart
The weather experts said we got 11.5 inches of snow over Presidents’ Day weekend.
And, with temperatures not expected to reach 32 degrees until at least Sunday, it’s going to stick around a while.
So I decided to share some of it with you here (sorry I can’t scoop up a few inches and ship it to those of you who want some for reals!)
Please enjoy:
One kind word can warm three winter months. ~Japanese proverb
Ice coating on the branches of this bush
Holly bush covered in berries and ice
Icicles growing on this variegated plant
Different view of Holly covered in ice
For those interested in the fate of my baby tree (https://domermom.com/2020/12/17/tree-as-teacher/), you can see it’s still growing. How do you like its red scarf?
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime. ~Laura Ingalls Wilder, American writer
To be a child at Christmastime!
To once again behold this world
With awe. And joy. And hope. And love.
Or to be an adult at Christmastime!
Shopping for gifts and wrapping them, too.
Cooking the meal, cleaning up, and sneaking a nap.
Or to be a bush at Christmastime!
Covered in white, listening to the universe.
Perhaps shivering a bit under the snow.
Note: Whatever your role this holiday season, I wish you and yours a most blessed Christmas, with a happy and healthy 2021 to come! I’m taking a wee blogging break — back soon.
If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees. ~Hal Borland, American author
I woke up to snow on Wednesday morning!
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. ~Willa Cather, American writer
How do you like my pretty dress?
It’s red, as you can plainly see.
In it, I become a princess.
No crown, no robe, no throne for me.
Too soon my leaves are going to flee
And all my branches will be bare.
So share my joy with utter glee
And when I’m nude, try not to stare!
Note: Poetry form is Huitain.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist and poet
Frost
Whitens
Fallen leaves.
Outlines their veins,
Bestows a beauty
Gone since they turned color
Earlier in the season.
Something sad about the Autumn
When trees become bare and look like sticks.
As they prepare to rest for several months.
Don’t cry because leaves are not here today.
They served a purpose and now they’re gone.
Nestled together on the ground,
Sheltering grass and insects,
Enhancing the landscape.
Perpetuating
And renewing
The cycle
Of life —
Mulch.
Note: This poetic form is a Double Etheree.
If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies. ~Author Unknown
7:20 a.m.
As
Sunlight
Appears, we
Can see changes
In our surroundings.
Twenty minutes apart:
And the leaves begin to glow.
The sky becomes a denim blue,
And color washes over our world.
A new day has dawned for us to enjoy.
7:51 a.m.
We are each gifted in a unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light. ~Evelyn Dunbar, British artist, illustrator, and teacher
Note: This poetic form is an Etheree.
When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile. ~Author Unknown
What’s a homeowner to do when landscaping doesn’t go the way it’s supposed to?
When trees that are supposed to grow tall, don’t? When things planted as trees become shrubs instead?
Thoughts come clearly while one walks. ~Thomas Mann, German novelist and 1929 Nobel Prize in Literature laureate
It’s time once again for the annual Walktober, hosted by Robin of Breezes at Dawn.
Today, we’re in Central Illinois, where a prolonged drought has stressed trees and produced a faster color change than what typically takes until mid-October to peak.
Nevertheless, it’s a beautiful day — temps in the low 70s, sunny and clear — so let’s hop into our sneakers and head outside for a two-mile stroll.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 