Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The riddle of snow

From Heaven I fall, though from Earth I begin.
No lady alive can show such skin.
I'm bright as an angel, and light as a feather,
But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together.

From:  A Riddle - On Snow
By:  James Parton

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Succumbing to love

Fierce as lightning
Piercing through swiftly
The cold one trembles
Succumbing to love

Monday, February 27, 2012

Winter's chill

My little pond lies silent, still;
Sealed in tight by winter's chill.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Just hang on!

I think I've discovered the secret to life:
It's really about just hanging on.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Cold as Ice

Mirrors are ice
which do not melt:
What melts
are those
who admire themselves
in them.

~ Paul Morand ~

Monday, February 20, 2012


February is a dreamy month for me because I need to escape from it.  The sky is grey and the temperature outside has warmed up enough to expose the yellows and browns in the snow left on our yards.  Definitely not an attractive month for Mother Nature; maybe that is why it is the shortest month of the year.

When I come across photos from last summer, in this case I'm comparing our swimming pool today (above) and six months ago (below)...  I realize that February is necessary.  It's "the month of doing without," that allows me to appreciate everything I would otherwise take for granted.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

All My Love

(And Valentine Week has come to an end.  We will now resume with the last bit of February, the Month of Grey, the last step before we arrive at Spring.)

A hundred hearts would be too few
To carry all my love for you.
Author Unknown

Thursday, February 16, 2012

How does love speak?

How does love speak?
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
And the pallor that succeeds it;
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak 
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache...
Thus doth love speak.

From:  How Does Love Speak?
By:  Ella Wilcox

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


My heart to you is given:
Oh, do give yours to me;
We'll lock them up together,
And throw away the key.
Frederick Saunders

Monday, February 13, 2012

It's a week of LOVE

In honour of Valentine's Day my blog is going to show Red and Pink (flowers, of course) for the whole week!

Love puts the fun in together,
The sad in apart,
And the joy in a heart.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Slush and grossness

The snow begins to melt, a sure sign that spring can't be far behind.

without a fresh snowfall
we begin to see other,
less pleasant signs of spring.

are the days
of slush

Nature goes

Friday, February 10, 2012

What do you see?

I always enjoy looking at things from different angles.
I went underneath this fir tree in my backyard to see it from the point of view of a squirrel on its way up.

This is what came to mind.

What do you see?

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Pretty enough to eat

"I think it must be good, Mama,
Therefore I'll have a treat,
For if its look so pretty be,
It must be good to eat."

"Ah! Dearest child," Mama replied,
"Thou dost not seem aware,
That many a gilded bait without
Conceals an inward snare.
Those ruby clusters there, that rise
And catch thy longing eye,
Are like the fruit of ancient date,
But eat, and thou shalt die."

Wednesday, February 8, 2012


What a difference 6 months can make...

I envy nature's ability to
transform and reinvent herself
on a daily basis.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Bitter Berries

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft, deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

A Poison Tree   By: William Blake

Monday, February 6, 2012

Monday Morning

Monday morning in the month of February.
Yes, it is cold.
Yes, everything is frozen
And covered with a layer of ice and snow.
Yes, we are months away from being able to
Feel the heat of the sun and
Feast our eyes on the colour GREEN.
So, I went in search of a photo of one of my favourite sunflowers,
And I'm sending you a Monday morning
So bright,
So beautiful,
That you'll need your sunglasses on to view it!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

A different kind of white

In the middle of summer, when it's hot and the garden is full of colour, my white flowers make me think of the snow that is going to appear on the other side of the calendar.

Silly of me to think that.  The white of winter, so cold, silent, and lifeless, has nothing in common with summer.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Graver of frost

What heart could have thought you?
Fashioned so purely,

He hammered,
He wrought me,
From curled silver vapor,
So purely,
So palely,
Tinily, surely,
Mightily, frailly.

and embossed,
With His
Hammer of wind,
And His
Graver of frost.

From: To A Snowflake
By: Francis Thompson


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