Browsing All posts tagged under »Winter«

Decorating for the holidays at the Writing Studio and Bait Shop

December 15, 2009

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Last night I took the dogs out at bedtime.  The wind had hushed.  Icicles glittered from the eaves.  But there was something else . . . Snowflakes were caught in spider filaments.  I had never seen anything like this before.  I was enchanted.  I know this last one looks like a plastic ornament from the dimestore, […]

Imagine

December 13, 2009

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Yesterday morning I walked through the blue light and swirling shadows I remember from childhood winters. I rummaged through the attic and sure enough I found some childhood imagination. And unlike everything else I’ve packed away in there, it still fits. I saw a family of iguanas climbing a tree, a dancer reaching for a […]

Two seconds of sun

December 12, 2009

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On Friday Katherine wrote:  Was walking from the kitchen into the garage with my camera and the sun came out for 2 seconds this morning. By the time I went into the living roomto get another photo, it was gone. I believe I saw that patch of sun too, Katherine – it flickered through the deck […]

Snow up to there and getting stuck in the garage

December 11, 2009

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Cheri Leach and I had planned to get together for breakfast today, but last night she wrote, I don’t know what the roads will be like tomorrow morning, but I am either making up a day in a school OR trying to catch up on paperwork. Let’s look for a time that isn’t so snowy!! […]

Oh goody. More snow.

December 10, 2009

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We had a perfectly lovely walk this morning once we managed to find the road.  We are working on a new board game called “Where’s Cowboy?” and spent some time taking pictures for that.  It was a fairly monochromatic day, so it was no hardship to go off to the other day job, where I spent […]

It hath snown

December 9, 2009

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When Miss Sadie and the Cowboy woke me up this morning, the predicted blizzard was here.  We went out to get the paper.  So far, so good: my Record-Eagle was in its bright green holder. Dean Peters must drive a tank. I headed back to the house, assuming that the prospect of breakfast would bring the dogs right along […]