Friday, February 21, 2020

Friday Ramble - Puddles and Light

A brilliant scrap of waning moon rose before dawn this morning and could be seen through the bare trees in our garden. Luna was a fey and compelling presence through the bedroom draperies, and sleeping was well nigh impossible.

Temperatures were well below zero overnight. As I watched the moon from my pillow, I could hear the north wind dancing across the roof and doing a hornpipe through the eaves of the little blue house in the village, listen to the susurrus of nearby evergreens swaying in unison and talking among themselves. There is no doubt about it, winter plans to hang about for some time to come.

On an icy morning in late February, one is grateful for small things, the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, the sputtering of the DiLonghi espresso machine in a corner of the kitchen, the square of blue sky seen through a window when clouds roll back away for a while, the warmth of a coffee mug cradled in one’s gnarly paws as she looks out across the garden.

Strange as it may seem, even the deep blue snow beyond the windows merits a little gratitude, such graceful curls and waves and billows, so many shades from pastel to indigo, such eye grabbing sculptured shadows.

On our morning walk, Beau and I paused in a pool of sunlight to watch the sun nibble delicately at the edges of a puddle. As cold as the morning was, there was melting going on, and the evolving puddle was a work of art in progress.


One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Beautiful and oh how I miss walking on this land and in my woods, using the walker in the house and much exercise to strengthen this one is going on,
progress is going on and thankful for where I am.

Your words sent to me
are special.

Barbara Rogers said...

A beautiful pair of puddle very non-objective in color, shape and brightness. My morning is so different...listening to the maintenance man scrape the 1/2 inch of snow off wooden walkways, looking through icy branches to blueish sky, enjoying the sunshine casting shadows across my plants in the window. In similarity, I have my coffee in a mug I made, sitting in a saucer also from my hands, here by the laptop which reaches so very far to you and the others that post something of their lives for me to share. I am truly immersed in beauty.

Guy said...

This is the world made new in the reflected light,