Herald of spring

Electric crocuses

Electric crocuses

Spring drew on… and a greenness grew over those brown [garden] beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

~ Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

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At the water’s edge

On the edge of the pond

On the edge of the pond

Water does not resist.  Water flows.  When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress.  Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you.  But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it.  Water is patient.  Dripping water wears away a stone.  Remember that, my child.  Remember you are half water.  If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it.  Water does.

~ Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

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Lucky

The Luck of the Barn

The Luck of the Barn

Some luck lies in not getting what you thought you wanted but getting what you have, which once you have it you may be smart enough to see is what you would have wanted had you known.

~ Garrison Keillor

Today’s Capture Your 365 prompt is Lucky, and the email suggested things such as horseshoes and four-leaf clovers and whatever might be lucky for you.  M and I keep all our superstitions on the barn.

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Monday morning walk

Icicles hanging from the barn roof

Icicles hanging from the barn roof

Let’s take a walk.  It’s cold, but sunny.  Bundle up and you’ll be fine.  And boots!  Don’t forget to wear boots.  This is the Bogs, after all.

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Snow and geese

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Today’s view of the pond

To what can our life on earth be likened?
To a flock of geese,
alighting on the snow.
Sometimes leaving a trace of their passage.

~ Su shi

The snow is flying on this cold Sunday in March, and I’m just settling back in at home after spending the weekend with my granddaughters and their parents.  It was lovely, and one of my favorite ways to spend a weekend.

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In an abstract frame of mind

Mirror, mirror.  (An abstract created from reflections in a puddle on the front lawn.)

Mirror, mirror. (An abstract created from reflections in a puddle on the front lawn.)

It is gray and windy here in the Bogs today.  But I got lucky.  When I stepped outside for my walk late this morning, I caught a patch of blue sky between the dark, gray clouds, and a few rays of sunshine streamed down for a minute or two.

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This is not the post I planned for today

Up in the clouds

Up in the clouds

Do you see that out there?  The strange, unfamiliar light?  It’s called the sun.  Let’s go get us a little.

~ Nora Roberts, The Hollow

The sun came to visit today, and turned the sky the most amazing shades of blue.  Although I had plenty of work to do indoors, I couldn’t resist the call to go out and play.

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