As dismal as all this cold can be, it can't help but breaking into the utterly beautiful. Like a silver winter's sunset searing its way below the horizon. Sunday afternoon was one of those days. Kip and I took a stroll down our road and I had the foresight to bring my camera. It was beautiful. This first picture is the view when we walk to the front yard where our cars are parked; This greets us across the street. Living down here, closer to fields then to supermarkets and suburban hustle you find only minutes way has settled something in me, and I feel deeply happy.
Here I am in my boots, turquoise skirt, and bright red corduroy jacket. I was fairly bundled. Which was good, because it was cold.
I've been thinking about spring, and wishing that I could hunt a plot of land somewhere instead of doing it all in pots. We will see what surfaces. (I can hear my mom now telling me to feel free and weed her flower beds. That's not quite what I had in mind.) As much as I don't want to rush winter, I am going to be excited for the earth to begin growing again.
But until then, I think I will enjoy the beautiful place where we live.