"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.

and Happy New Year https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNVHKA4_sHM

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