A Winter Walk From Dec 21


Who would have imagined this was Winter Solstice Day? It felt like spring. As we walked the dog, we saw a dandelion and a very aggressive little snake 🙂

It was so cute lunging at our toes as if it were a giant.

An aggressive little snake

Could you see it? Here’s a more defined image:

An aggressive little snake

Star loved her romp in the woods and water.

Star running in the woods

She was pretty exhausted after it all, though.

Star is very tired.
Star is very tired.
A dandelion in December
A dandelion in December

I took pictures of the snow markers next to the dandelions so you can see that it truly is winter.

Dandelion is close to the camera.

A beautiful day in December.

Preparing for Winter

Posts at the beach placed in preparation for winter.
Posts at the beach placed in preparation for winter.

This post is for my friends who live in warmer environments. The image featured is of something we see a lot here in the north. It’s usually metal rods along highways, but this particular picture is a bunch of wood posts at our local beach. Know what it is?

It’s a row of markers along a road so the snowplows know where to drive. I’m kind of super excited to see that the markers are now lining a path to the main parking lot at our beach instead of just to the ticket booth. That’s quite a bit further when one is hiking in deep snow and will make walking to the water a whole lot easier this winter.

To put things in perspective, I’m 5 foot 2 inches tall. Think they are getting ready for a lot of snow? 😉

One can only hope…

Of Wind and Water

Wind at Southwick State Park Beach

Disclaimer: You might want to mute the video before you start it — or perhaps, like me, you love the sound of wind (even if it’s slightly magnified by an iPhone microphone).

The wind was so loud that day, Chris and I couldn’t hear each other talk as we walked into the wind. That was some tough walking, haha.

Walking back to the car, I think I could have flown. So fun.

Wind at Southwick

A wonderful poem by Amy Lowell.

The Wind

He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea,
He steals the down from the honeybee,
He makes the forest trees rustle and sing,
He twirls my kite till it breaks its string.
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.
He calls up the fog and hides the hills,
He whirls the wings of the great windmills,
The weathercocks love him and turn to discover
His whereabouts — but he’s gone, the rover!
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.

The pine trees toss him their cones with glee,
The flowers bend low in courtesy,
Each wave flings up a shower of pearls,
The flag in front of the school unfurls.
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.

More of Amy Lowell’s poetry can be found in Google Books.

My Ears Still Have Sand in Them

Even after a shower. Is there any better example of a blessed life? The sand came on a gentle wind as I lay at the waters’ edge listening to a fabulous story (Hidden Figures) with the sounds of peaceful waves and seagulls in the background.

(Note – picture from the other day — not today. It’s not sunset yet. I was too relaxed to take pics today — even more blessed. Two amazing beach days within a week 🙂 ).