Snow defended upon the landscape, today. Bringing with it the cold temperatures, and a slight windiness.
It was a great day to stretch out on the sofa and read a book.
This evening brings slight winds, but the snow has stopped. There wasn’t much of a downfall, as far as inches are measured, but enough to cover the foliage, the branches of the trees, and the ground, illuminating whiteness.
Thank you for visiting. I hope your Tuesday is a good one. Be safe, be well.
Through the tree, what do you see? Externally, and inwardly, what do you see, feel, or relate to, on this particular day, at this specific moment? Do your roots whisper to you, sages of the past, cementing your foundation, thoughts, and emotions, from the internal sphere?
I love this quote, and have posted it on several occasions. It speaks to me on so many levels. Life, life, life, is everywhere, and we often do not stop to think of the varied environments that harbor it.
Look at the bark of a redwood, and you see moss. If you peer beneath the bits and pieces of the moss, you’ll see toads, small insects, a whole host of life that prospers in that miniature environment. A lumberman will look at a forest and see so many board feet of lumber. I see a living city. -Sylvia Earle
Truly, the bench is a boon to idlers. Whoever first came up with the idea is a genius: free public resting places where you can take time out from the bustle and brouhaha of the city, and simply sit and watch and reflect.
Benches and books have things in common beyond the fact that they’re generally to do with sitting. Both are forms of public privacy, intimate spaces widely shared. -Mal Peet