Winter ribbons



I wait wishing I had warm clothes on, standing by the barn.

Looking…spring must be close.

It is March 7, after all.

The shrub near me holds a orange-yellow haze.

I lean in.

Before I even get the camera, I close my eyes

and smell.

The delicate fragrance of Witch hazel.

I am warmed by a scent.

Joyful sliver

I had been working on that north side for several hours.  When you finally have time to do what you love and in turns out to be ninety degrees, you simply adjust where you “play”.   I finally sat for a moment to admire my work and quickly became infatuated with this sliver.  This thin stream of sunshine that somehow found its way around the house as the sun began to set.

This theme of the sliver has dominated my life for several days now.  Blogs, Bible reading, stories all discussing sight…how we see only a small piece of it all.

I still do not understand how this sliver of light appeared  –  there.

Thankfully I got to see.