The Tibetan windbells are suspended from the eaves at the back of the little blue house, and they were carefully placed just where we can see them from the south facing kitchen window. They are one of the first things I see in the morning when I awaken and potter out to make coffee.In summer the bells are alone in their gentle tinkling, but at present they are keeping company with a truly impressive array of icicles, and my dear little bells are being upstaged today as the north wind shakes icicles loose and sends them crashing into the snow below the window.
It's sunny here but rather cool (almost -32 with the windchill at dawn), and even the birds are seeking shelter - hardly a single feathered soul has visited the feeders this morning. There is all sorts of chirping and twittering from the depths of the old spruces and cedars nearby, but nary a little friend is to be seen at the railing.
There will be a long walk later, but for the most part, I am emulating the birds and staying indoors today. Pots of Ceylon tea and leaning stacks of books beckon, and the crackling hearth is a marvellous place to be near on such a cold day.
6 comments:
I am so pleased to see these images of true winter... we've had very little in the way of ice and snow this year, and I'm a little surprised by how much I miss it.
Your plans for the day sound wonderful!
Enjoy a good book.
Ah, icicles. We had gigantic ones last year that my neighbours turned into an ice fence.
I used to love the amazing icicles we'd have when I lived in Ottawa. We rarely ever get many here, so last year was special.
At home with the perfection in your pictures , words and ceylon tea.
Akash
That crackling fire sounds the best of all:)
I can hear the bells and icicles crashing.
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