I half expected to have a repeat of yesterday's surprise this morning. I literally stood at the window peering intently for a glimpse of the magic. No such luck.
Minnesota girl Lindsey Vonn got her gold. She had the magic yesterday. From Buck Hill ski slopes to gold in Vancouver. That has to be magic.
It's another lovely day in the frozen land. I cross my fingers that winter's brutal edge is past and we can get a break...........please. My waistline really cannot handle much more of this long winter. Yesterday I made Dawn's oatmeal cookies. I also ate my weight in Dawn's oatmeal cookies. This has been a winter not only of my discontent, but of eating my way through the internet! Flour has strewn across my baking table the whole winter long.
It's been a long time since I have sat down to write my Thursday's rambling thoughts. I think it's because my mind isn't rambling about much of late. It is winter, I'm not active in much of anything that can stimulate the brain. Mostly I have been active in what stimulates the appetite. See how I come right back to that. Oh, my.
Today I believe I shall actually attempt to accomplish something. I have had two weeks of wanton laziness and it is beginning to feel very comfortable to me. Leisure sure does feel good, when you can get it. With that said, I will get my ever increasing duff out of the chair and get to work. I'll leave you with another image of better days ahead.
Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
A Moment
Internet stock photo
In the early morning light I caught movement out of my left eye, the side toward the window. In the distance, a herd of white tail loping along the road. Large deer, their fluffy white tails standing at attention, were filling the road.
A moment that caught my breath before I could exhale. Beautiful, seen through the spruce against a backdrop of winter. They stopped for a moment, regrouping and planning the next move. Off they went into the field, heading for the woods.
One of those moments in time.
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