Last week I was a day ahead, this week I seem to be running a day behind. Maybe by next week, I’ll have caught up with myself. The sun came out to play yesterday and it was dazzling. The Japanese magnolias are beginning to flower around the neighbourhood and I love the shape of their blossoms.
The way it pinches together almost claw like, forming the shape of a finial resting on top of a bed post. The creamy milky colour of the outside petals with the the slightest bit of dark raspberry pink striped down the edges.
Once the buds open, the pink becomes more prominent. And when the sun shines through the petals they look like stained glass or the perfect cup of strawberry pink sorbet. Spring is “springing” and it’s making me so very happy. I just wish the sun would come out and play again today. Where are you Mr. Sunshine?
It was cold and misty on my run this morning. But as I rounded a corner, all of a sudden the sun came out of nowhere. It came and went so quickly, like the flash of a camera going off. But, I did manage to capture the sun pouring through these blossoms before it disappeared again. It made me happy. Spring is definitely “springing”!
It seems fitting that the last day of November should bring with it, such frosty conditions. I didn’t walk for very long this morning, even with my gloves on, my fingers were just too cold.
The ice on the pond was thicker this morning. A small portion, untouched by ice, still remained and the ducks were huddled in there together, paddling about. The air smelled so clean and fresh. The woods were quiet this morning.
So much happens in the month of November that it always goes by in such a blur. I hope December doesn’t pass us by in a whirl. I keep thinking where I was a year ago and where I am now and where we might be this time next year. Goodbye, November! See you next year.
It was 25°F when I headed out for my walk this morning. The pond was frozen over, but one little patch by the reeds still remained swimmable, as a lone duck was paddling about. Tonight it is supposed to get even colder.
I made my way down to the edge of the water to look at the ice. I’m always fascinated seeing how it forms. This was a contrast of angles and rough edges. It was almost feathered in some spots. I love peering at things under the ice as well. One Christmas in Denmark, we were out for a stroll and I noticed that someone had dropped a bit of a tangerine peel in a small dip in the street. The water that was resting in that dip had frozen over and the peel lay underneath. You could see crystals around it’s edges, almost like sugar. There was a beauty to it, frozen underneath the blueish coloured ice. I never photographed it. I wish that I had. I think of it often. A strange thing to think of I know, but there was a quality to the light that day and a beauty to what lay beneath our feet.
I ran errands during lunch and treated myself to a gingerbread hot chocolate. Happiness is…
Today feels like a Monday. It’s not yet noon and the sun already appears as if it is starting to make it’s descent. The shadows are changing. As we move into December the lamps are turned on and the candles are lit a little earlier. At the height of Winter, we are normally almost dark by 3:30ish. It doesn’t usually bother me, the early evenings I mean. I like being cocooned in our little cottage, listening to music, cooking, reading. The darkness that envelops us this time of year, feels to me, like Mother Nature’s way of saying: Stop! Rest! Refuel! Be in the moment! Be!
I feasted on a turkey sandwich for brunch and drank a cup of Christmas tea. I totally smothered the turkey in cranberry sauce. The last taste of Thanksgiving. The rest of the turkey is cut up and ready to be used in a pot pie. Mr. Michie cooked dinner last night. It was the first time we actually cooked something since Thanksgiving.
After running errands this weekend, Mr. Michie took me on a date to the movies. We saw Arrival. I’m still thinking about it. I really enjoyed it and I feel that I need to see it again to keep piecing it all together. We each had our own interpretation.
The mid-century modern house that Amy Adams’s character lived in was scrummy! All the light that would pour in would be intoxicating. The soundtrack features one our favourite songs, On the Nature of Daylight. The title is fitting today, since I have been pondering that very thing, the nature of daylight.
When I left the house this morning the sun was just beginning to rise. My breath puffed out in little frozen white clouds in front of me. The thermometer said it was 26°F. The frost lay so thick on the ground that I didn’t do a lot of running. I was just trying to be careful not to slip and slide everywhere as I made my way down the street and to the woods.
As the sun began to rise the light was almost white. It was a Vermeer light. I could picture him leaping out of bed at the sight of the purity of the light this morning and racing around grabbing brushes and paints to capture it on canvas.
The pond had frozen over and the ducks were waddling over the sheet of ice, talking to each other as they went.
The robins were singing and I was greeted by a few of my furry friends. One of my particular favourites, a chocolate lab; who came bounding down the path to tell me “Good Morning” and give me kisses.
It was freezing, but it was glorious. Jack Frost had sprinkled my world in shimmering crystals and ice glitter last night and it was breathtaking.
The first of November has brought a cold spell with it and it’s making me deliciously happy! We’ve been wrapped in a blanket of fog all day. The wind is twirling golden and red leaves down the street and the trees are swaying. Inside our house the candles are lit, a cup of tea sits by my side and my little heater is humming away keeping me cozy.
I’ve been quiet here again. I got the flu last week and it knocked me for six. I’m still not back to my old self yet. But, slowly and surely, I’m getting there. I can’t even tell you the last time I had the flu? Fingers crossed this is my only bout of flu this season!
After a Saturday night bubble bath and new Halloween PJs were put on, we took a night time ride through the neighbourhood to see all the Halloween lights. A pumpkin stack glow stick was definitely in order for the occassion. There were lots of “Ooohs” and “Aaaahs” as well.
Sunday morning brought with it a cool morning so we made a batch of pumpkin pecan spice muffins and dusted them with “snow”.
This morning we woke up to a touch of frost, but the sun is shining and it feels like Fall.