Tryg has some great photos and poetry. Check him out.
Branches eased of their summer load.
Was it the wind or trees I heard sigh?
Or was it just an emptiness
One hears when birds no longer sing?
The ladder sways on wind swept boughs,
Left to linger without the weight,
Of some climbers step, to reach
What once grew when the sun was warm.
How does one regard a feeling
When something is left behind?
Like the ladder that’s left to lean,
Like someone so far from their home.
Cold is the essence of winter:
The hollow chill, the colder light.
The pale now blooms in crystal frost
Filled with apples far from season.
My last post was the first day of a 2 week virus that gave me a horrible headache, day and night. It was then just difficult to get back in to doing some of the things in my life. My blog being one of them. So after hearing from Mike at http://farmyourtrainingday.com/, and my brother in law who is just starting out, I decided to post something to get me going. These are some shots of me on Jan 16th. I make a snow angel every year but this year the snow was deep enough that I trusted myself to just fall back. A little freaky but I did it with no injuries. We had a blast doing it.