Wintry magic in the meadows

Shades of blue

Shades of blue

Bundle up.  We’re going on an early morning walk and it’s cold.  In the 20’s cold.  Dress in layers and be sure to include a hat and warm gloves or mittens.  I’m wearing my mitten-gloves with a pair of liner gloves underneath because I’ll be taking photos and experience has taught me to protect my fingers.

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216: A visit from the Green Man

Knowledge was inherent in all things.  The world was a library and its books were the stones, leaves, grass, brooks… We learned to do what only the students of nature ever learn, and that was to feel beauty.

~ Luther Standing Bear (1868-1939)

This morning I stood at the back of the house and looked out at the meadows stretching out towards and around the pond, the meadow grasses merging with the wetland cattails, the cattails leading the way to the woods.  Everything is so incredibly green.  It’s as if the Green Man himself came by and with one touch brought the greening of the land.

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215: Look what’s blooming now

(The Fab Four)

The red tulips!  Yesterday there was one almost open.  Today, there are a bunch of them blooming (and getting blown around by the gusty winds).

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42: Fairies in the woods

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And as the seasons come and go, here’s something you might like to know.  There are fairies everywhere:  under bushes, in the air, playing games just like you play, singing through their busy day.  So listen, touch, and look around — in the air and on the ground.  And if you watch all nature’s things, you might just see a fairy’s wing.

~ Author unknown

The photos are from today’s walks.  Did you see the golden-winged fairy?

41: A visit from Jack Frost

(Frosted maple leaf.)

Jack Frost is a fairy small;
I’m sure he is out today.
He nipped my nose
And pinched my toes
When I went out to play.

~ Traditional Children’s Rhyme

I was up and out early this morning to catch the fog and frost at sunrise.  Brrrrrr!  It was a clear, crisp, 23 degrees.  Jack Frost had obviously had a little fun overnight decorating everything with lovely crystal patterns.  In case you are not familiar with him, Jack Frost is an elfish creature from English folklore, often considered a variant of Father Winter.  Some see him as a fairy or winter sprite.  Whatever the case, he brings the cold, crisp weather that allows him to paint the land with frost.

(Today’s early morning view of the pond.)

A lot of folks around here seem to think that the early arrival of summer and the crops means we’ll have an early and harsh winter.  I dunno.  We usually have our first snowflakes flying around by Halloween but there’s been nary a sign of the white stuff so far.

(Morning droop.)

I went by Plinky for a writing prompt (because enough already with the weather!).  Today’s question is:  Have you ever lied about your age?

(Winter’s touch.)

There are follow-up questions to that but I won’t need them.  I have never lied about my age.  I’ve never seen the need to and I’ve never understood why any adult would.  I’m not counting minors because we all know why someone under the drinking age would be likely to lie.  Not that drinking alcohol is the only reason but I’m betting it’s the number one reason.

(Frosted zinnias.)

I have a friend who thinks that once you’re past the age of 35 (40 tops!) you should start telling people you are older than you are.  That way, she says, people will think you look great for your age!

(Consorting with ice crystals.)

Lying about your age doesn’t make sense to me.  But lying about your weight?  That I can sorta’ kinda’ understand.

(Twists and turns.)

A woman I know was traveling outside of the U.S. on business.  She had to take a small plane to her ultimate destination.  She had heard that she would be asked about her weight. I don’t know if she contemplated lying about her weight or not.  I would guess not as she doesn’t seem the type to lie although I am sure she was reluctant to give her exact weight.

(Obscured view.)

It didn’t matter, in the end, whether she planned or even thought about lying.  Everyone was required to step on the scale before boarding the plane.  She said she was terribly embarrassed since it was done where everyone can see everyone’s weight results.

(Sunrise through the frosty crabapple tree.)

Have you ever lied about your age?  Or your weight?  Or some other number that might be important?

(Winter’s flowers.)

The weight listed on my driver’s license is incorrect.  But that’s because I’m due for a new driver’s license next year.  I’d better get serious about my diet and exercise regime if I don’t want to be embarrassed about my weight when they ask me what it is.  I am grateful that, so far, they don’t have scales at the Bureau of Motor Vehicles.  If I want to be weighed publicly, I’ll join Weight Watchers.

(Frost and mist.)

I learned fairly early in life that lying doesn’t work out well for me.  I’m not good at it, for one thing.  I blush easily and that tendency gets worse when I’m lying.  Then there’s all the trouble I have to go through to remember it.  I have enough trouble remembering the truth (or my perception of the truth, as the case may be).  Trying to keep track of lies is too much for my poor memory.  Besides, for as long as I can remember, I never ever got away with trying to pull one over on someone.  Never.  I always got caught.  That’s why that lesson was learned early and well.  (And for those who think children are honest and never, ever lie, I have one question:  You don’t spend much time with children, do you??)

(Cold night’s gift.)

I once worked with a guy (known by many as The Psycho Pharmacist From Hell) who told more lies than truth about anything and everything.  He was distrustful of everyone.  I think that’s because he was a liar and so, he assumed everyone else was a liar too.  He was a crazy guy who probably should not have been working as a pharmacist.  Thankfully the people in charge agreed and fired him.  I often wonder if he found another pharmacy to work in.  Probably.  There seems to be some sort of professional courtesy in that field (as with doctors, for instance) wherein they lie or don’t tell when it comes to the reasons for letting them go.

(Frosty sunflower.)

Well, that was a long and rambling answer to a short question.  I could have just said no.  But then I might have had to ramble on about the weather some more since I don’t seem to have much to write about lately.  Hopefully this was a little more interesting.

For the record…

Never let it be said that I didn’t do my civic duty.  🙂