Saturday, December 20, 2014

"It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that bling"

Clouds shone as silver swords in the sunlight
Flat across the horizon this dawn,
That is-
Before that self same sun transformed those swords to pink ribbons, and bands of gold.  
The greyness that has been our week, 
The dampness that eked into our bones 
Is gone. 
Gone! 
Gone, with the flash of swords laid down, and cameras loaded up, 
Molly, Alanagh, and I heading out to that bling!
Merry Christmas dear friends, family, and my Township of Rideau Lake neighbours that I have met and those I hope to meet.

Ever,
Maggie

Queen Anne's Lace


In the thick of things

Ice at stream's edge



Like crystals fallen off the bough

Ice feathers

Alder

Iron stained rock and whit paper birch

Red squirrel