Winter, that is.
I’m tired of looking out at this.
I’m even tired of trying to get the perfect snowflake macro shot. (Haven’t gotten a good one yet.)
Tired of draping a shawl over me to pull up and keep my camera dry. Tired of the gray. Tired of the cold. (SuperGuy sneakily took these two shots)
I want to be sitting down there in our courtyard, sipping a martini with SuperGuy and discussing our days. Sigh. Have I mentioned a time or a million that I’m not a winter person?
by Kay~Kacey on 1/16/2010
Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.~ Dodie Smith
I seem to be spending an inordinate amount of time just sitting at my office window, staring into the woods. Thinking. Planning. Dreaming. Winter is like that for me. So I sit and dream. I let memories drift up from my subconscious–the good ones and the bad. I allow myself some idle downtime in winter…without regret or guilt. Contemplation is my secret pleasure in winter.
What’s your secret winter pleasure?
by Kay~Kacey on 10/28/2009
Really, is it EVER going to stop raining? I’m SO over it. I think we’re on track for record rainfall for October. How special.
You know my wonderful dogwood tree right out my bedroom window? A storm came through last night…
Yep, stripped off the beautiful leaves. All that is left? Some bright red berries.
Berries covered in raindrops, I might add.
From our endless rain storms. Sigh. Are you getting all this rain where you live??
Of course SuperGuy someone now has a pretty big raking job in his future…