White Tinged Blue
Whites of January—tinged with blue.
I draw back the curtains to the cawing of crows, the papery bark of birches, the tracks of deer under the crabapple tree below our window.
The quilt looks like the landscape in the meadow, puckered and pocked after last night’s rains.
Those hens that weren’t laying back in December are filling the egg basket to overflowing. And—yes—the first eggs showed up on Christmas Eve, a nice anniversary to last year. Thanks hens.
The days are lengthening. I love that about January—the shift after the dark afternoons of December seems so quick and so promising.
More white in the forecast for Thursday.
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Another gorgeous series of photos today.. lovely:)
It all sounds so lovely and peaceful and inspiring! Love how you see the quilt picture.
Hey Sue-
Before I read your caption for the quilt I thought, “How’d she get here to photograph my winter skin?!” Boy was I relieved.
Great shots
It could just as easily be my pasty bod!! Truly, though, I’d love to have your lovely mug in front of my lens. Miss you terribly. xox S