Was it only a week or so ago that I took these?
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| A very cold-looking Mad River, 2/9 |
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| The view from my school parking lot (I was parked on a sheet of ice, btw), 2/11 |
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| Frozen farm, 2/11 |
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| Corn stubble through the ice and snow, 2/11 |
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| Winter's twilight? 2/11 |
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| There's ice under there? 2/11 |
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| Melt My Cold, Cold Heart, 2/14 |
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| Frozen Love, 2/14 |
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| Large frozen pond, 2/14 |
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| Are those tracks across this pond? 2/14 |
When I head north to school on Tuesday, I will see open water that only a week ago stood still and cold as stone. The ducks and geese will be very, very happy for it! The sleet pelting my window just now seems to belie the notion that spring has sprung, but perhaps it is one of winter's last gasps. There will be a few more gasps, no doubt--there always are in these parts. If not quite so much as the Lady of Willow Manor, I do love the cold, white vistas, the frozen ponds, the purity of new-fallen snow here on the hem of the lone prairie. But this has been a hard winter, and now my soul longs for spring like the thirsty hart pants for water. The sleet is turning to rain, and the sparrows in my shrubbery are mocking it with their boisterous chirping. The world is changing...
Cardinal in the grass, 2/19 Mourning Dove, late afternoon, 2/17
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Sorry for the fuzzy cardinal--I'm having trouble sneaking up on this guy, so I had to shoot through the back doors, which means three panes of glass.
We're getting there dear heart...
This time of year finds most bloggers I read getting antsy and ready for the thaw and for the sun to be once again shining on green grass. Won't be long now! Oh, the anticipation. Just think... within a few months, we'll be bemoaning the hot, humid days...lol!
Beautiful shots! I checked my hometown newspaper and it said you guys were getting snow?? No good!! I won't tell you the temps for here for the next week... ;-)
I know. I'm a hopeless winter romantic. I hate to see it go.
T.O.G.: mostly cold rain through this area. Enjoy your warm weather!
Yes you are, Tess! I am, too, in my own way. There is a sadness in the passing of winter, a sloppiness in the transition, as you noted on your blog, with so much junk left behind! With the roads clear and dry, I've been choking on dust all week. Maybe the rain will help.
Oh, you said it so well. My own soul is longing for spring.
You do live in a gorgeous place!
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