Prince Snow Farm

11.25.2014

I am Thankful



Sometimes it takes shutting out the noise of life and truly searching inside ones' self  to see and truly understand what we are thankful for. First and foremost, my children, husband, parents, brothers, sisters, in-laws and other relatives are at the core of who I am. As are my friends. And I am thankful for them daily, unconditionally, and truly without having to utter a word.

But this Thanksgiving, I tried to look beyond the obvious. Life has been busy, and busy is good. But at times I would call it crazy busy. A crazy where I so crave peace, and calm. And jammies. So forcing myself to STOP and listen to my heart feels good, and right, and necessary.

This process has led me to realize  that I am more a creature of routine than I truly like to admit. (Especially because I long for spontaneity). And reflection on my routines shows me that much of what makes me who I am changes with the seasons. Which brings a tremendous smile to these chapped lips. 

In spring I am thankful for:

thawing earth 
crocuses 
clean flower beds
bright mornings
dreams
swings
walks
buds
rain
ANTICIPATION


In summer I am thankful for:

bare feet
vacation
writing
sleep
photography
gardens
the catbird
play
spontaneity
creativity
color
scent
time
open windows
FREEDOM


In fall I am thankful for:

fallen leaves
weekends
crisp air
Indian summer
employment
first frost
warm drinks
CHANGE


In winter I am thankful for:

planning
cardigans
boots
Christmas
reading
Eggnog (with spiced rum)
winter walks
sledding
introspection
HOPE



Happy Thanksgiving!














11.11.2014

Breathe In


On my way to work yesterday morning I was mesmerized by the light.
The sun was just peeking up, filling my world with an autumnal glow.
I just knew that I would get up early today, Veteran's Day, and photograph this beauty.




The moon was bright early this morning. Last night it sat oversized in our night sky, almost as if someone had hung a paper prop on an elementary school stage. Today it sat high and I squinted, not sure this was the same moon!



The sunflowers, long past blossom sat ravaged by the birds.
Their silhouette screamed out to me…."Patience!"


A late pumpkin perched atop our fence post, soaked in the same chilly dew that was filling my lungs. An air so pure I wanted to bottle it and greedily tuck it away just for me! I gulped in the misty air, letting it clear my mind and settle my soul.


The most amazing mushrooms dotted the hill. I waited for a gnome to peek over the top, but I suppose he was hiding. This brought me back to 3rd grade kite contests with homemade brown paper kites…etched with a child's pencil sketch of a critter peeking over a mushroom...



My goodness, the detail…..like the rim of a glass dipped in sugar crystals. An amazing adaptation.


This mushroom was wide and flat. It reminded me of a pie crust….


with perfect fork pressed edges!


The sunlight arrived in orange patches. Little glowing spotlights…first low on the wall, 



….then high in the tree tops.




I was fascinated with the way it danced on the leaves, but even more taken by the way it caused the stones to absorb the light…




The ferns have succumbed, laying at my feet, just as stunning now as when they first unfurled their lacy fronds.




Grasses and hydrangeas wear their autumn colors, fading daily into dormancy, awaiting a long sleep….




I was encircled by the glow, knowing this is EXACTLY what I had hoped it would be, 


sunshine and shadows, light and dark ,



And as I turned  before going back in the house I noticed this, the blanket of chilled dew encircling the garden area. 


A safety net... protecting me , and what I love.







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