Branches on the evergreens, are dressed in snowy white, as soft the moonlight sparkles, on this blanket of the night. Delicate, untouched and pure, is found the ground below, as gentle moonbeams glimmer, on the freshly fallen snow. -Pamela Joyce Randolph
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy.
May you never be too grown-up to search the skies on Christmas Eve
The first winter weather of the season arrived as an ice storm today. Schools closed. Power lines came down. Roads iced over. And the old timer up the road slid his truck into a ditch. Despite the inconveniences caused by the storm, I cannot help but see the beauty of the ice.
The little white church in my small town has just a handful of members now. It has, however, miraculously managed to keep its doors open. Many of the small churches around here have long been shuttered. A few have been lucky enough to find a second life as office space or storage. It’s sad when…
In the dark ages (before the internet), the old timers would use nature’s calendar to know when to plant and harvest. Since they had no such luxury as a seven day forecast, they took cues from their surroundings to predict the weather. If the cows laid down in the field during the day, it meant…
In my neck of the woods, February thru April is maple syrup time. During these months, the sap will start to flow only with the perfect mix of temperatures. Somewhere between the icy grip of winter and the warm breezes of early spring. A hundred years ago, the woods would be dotted with wooden or…
Mother Nature is in the midst of a serious seasonal identity crisis in my part of the woods. In the matter of five days, we have experienced a 50+ degree temperature swing, going from -15 degrees below zero, to a balmy 57 degrees and back down to 28 degrees. The waterfalls on the farm don’t know…
My goats are not the most cooperative animals. Most of the time, they act like a three year old having a temper tantrum. Except, they’re stronger, quicker and much more sure-footed, which makes them an extremely worthy opponent. Normally, this time of year, they would already be tucked away in the warm barn for the…
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Usually around this time of year, I start playing Christmas music and get a hankering to put up the Christmas tree. That’s why I thought this picture was fitting for this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge. Jingle bells, jingle bells. Now where’s the eggnog?
This week’s Word Press Weekly Photo Challenge theme is off-season. Winter was the first thing that came to my mind and I knew the exact picture I wanted to use. I took this picture right after one of the numerous snowstorms this winter. It’s a barn just a short walk from my house. But then…
The Farmers in the Dell 