13 December is Lucia – one of my favourite times of year.
Lucia is all about children dressed in white and carrying candles
To symbolize hope and light in the darkness.
The dawn that day didn’t disappoint either.
It blazed with light and colour,
So that dogs (and people) seemed small and humble
Under the huge lilac sky;
And paw prints were etched across a purple
Canopy of snow – leading the eye
To that glorious sky of hope.
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What a gift from Mother Nature —
Lots more snow!
Ruby and Simmie look
With their golden fur against the snow.
Ruby looks good
Dressed in snow sparkles too.
On the way home, I found a mirror and took
A (fairly bad) shot of myself with the dogs.
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One day, it’s glorious autumn
And bursts of colour,
The next, it’s heavy snowfall
And the magic of winter —
With autumn leaves still hanging on.
Although all this snow has now melted,
(Yes, all melted away!)
We had one wonderful week
Full of the magic of snow.
(I’m hoping it will come back before Christmas.)
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After our huge snowfall last week, I thought it would be fun
To fight my way through snowdrifts to capture
The snow-laden clouds.
The snow was up to my thighs.
My feet got cold as it seeped into my boots.
The bench seemed a good place to
Contemplate the horizon
And enjoy the view.
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We had the biggest snowfall every recorded
In November over the past 111 years.
Mist rose from the ground
As the storm raged on.
Autumn leaves continued to fall
After it stopped snowing – creating
A curious mix of winter and autumn (wintumn).
It was a struggle to get down to the beach
To enjoy snowy views.
Trees turned into Japanese paintings
With graceful curved branches
Wearing the gift of snow like a crown.
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I found a charming beach hut
Down by the lake.
(A real Viking beach, isn’t it?)
The view across the frozen water
To the other side looks pretty too.
Further along, we turn up towards
The woods – and Simmie finds an old barn.
The warm colour and old timber
Offers a peaceful sight.
Before turning homewards,
I take a moment to enjoy
Simmie’s frozen whiskers.
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Trees are like Nature’s poems
To the sky:
They take on the tint
Of a lilac dawn;
Even in the middle of winter
They surprise with sudden green
In the snow.
And deep in the woods,
I was lucky enough
To breathe in the beauty
Of abstract tree trunks
Looking like a beautiful picture.
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At the moment, it’s grey and not particularly pretty out.
I do like grey skies, however,
Especially when they are laden with snow!
There is something magical about not seeing the sky
And being able to enjoy the dancing snowflakes (and a puppy) instead.
Of course, it’s even better if the sun breaks through the clouds
Just before disappearing behind the hill.
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The early winter light
Is all about long, warm shadows;
It’s about painting frozen trees
With golden lace
And transforming the sky
Into a wonder of pink and gold.
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Let’s take a walk around my new neighbourhood.
Here is the front of the house (you can only see one half in this picture) —
It’s a bit like the Tardis: the house is bigger on the inside than it looks on the outside …
There are a lot of trees in the garden.
Don’t you think bark looks delightful in the snow?
The pine trees
Look magnificent too.
After the snow,
A nearby path shines
In silver symmetry.
On the way home, a splash of pink
Brightens up the morning sky.
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