But I am planning a trip to Europe, preparing for retreats that I'll be leading there, tying up loose ends over here so that I can leave without nagging worries, and of course working and keeping house as usual. Oh, and trying to visit with as many friends as possible before not seeing them for six weeks.
I feel a bit like this, hopping around in circles, not sure which way to go next:
It was March 7, after a winter with not one snowfall. After quinces and daffodils and magnolias and forsythia had bloomed.
I even took a break, because our young friend Catie Grace was overdue for a birthday spend-the-night-with-Uncle-Drazen-and-Aunt-Sheila gift. So we got out and enjoyed the snow, and for a night and a morning, I did not feel "snowed under."
Here you can see the east-facing houses across the street catching the first light of sunrise.
Arrivederci.
3 comments:
That last with the glowing lights is magical - you've got your Maxfield Parrish hat on again!
Bon courage!
You know, it *was* magical, and I'm so glad the camera did it justice. I love being up to see the sun rise. Even without snow, it's always inspiring.
But I also love being in a warm bed!
Those pictures are wonderful. Thanks for sharing them. It is as close to snow as I will likely see in a while. I got your message by the way, thank you.
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