walk with me

Have you ever noticed that when you see something, like a particular model car, you begin seeing them everywhere? It happens with lots of things, like a song as an earworm. Colors can be like that, too.  Yesterday, while I was hanging around in the woods with Willy and Sam, I noticed a beautiful, iridescent feather on a bed of moss and lichen.



My kind of colors.  Believe me, this picture can barely do it justice.  After a bit more poking around, we walked up the hill and I went back to work.  The first batch of yarn on the table waiting for me to tag was this one.


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See what I mean?


ps. I'm thinking it'll be this way with Stopover this weekend.  Anyone wearing one at the NETA SPA ? Thought so.


What a shame it would be to waste the gift of warm December days.  The weekend was gorgeous.  Taking a full Saturday off this time of year wasn't possible, but with a bit of planning, we got the afternoon freed up.   The morning was good work; going to the greenhouse for tropicals and the wholesale supplier where we get orchids, silk plants, and ribbon.  

The reward was lunch at a favorite restaurant and an afternoon hike.  


The light was spectacular.  



So were the views.  We made it back to the van just as the sun went down.  We decided to get a bit more work in Saturday night to free up Sunday afternoon.  Another beautiful day was in the forecast.  

I don't do a tree in my house these days.  After decorating all those corporate trees, I really like to keep it simple.   Tw0 weeks or so ago, when we cut all our brush, we also cut a tree for the deck.  As big as would fit into the van, it stands at about 9 1/2 ft.  Lights and (this year) balls.. Visible indoors and out.  



The outdoor pots are filled with greens for the winter.   The wreaths are hung.  If only the guy would come and wash my windows...

Walk with Me Wednesday

I've gotten spoiled this winter, walking and snow shoeing on packed or broken trails. I'm enjoying it so much that I've been keeping my snowshoes in the car, rather than next to the door, ready to head out into my own woods. The only trails that I've walked since this last storm, were made by turkeys. They pack a short distance trail pretty well. This afternoon, feeling a little stir crazy, I went to check two of my favorite spots. Neither parking area had been plowed. No one had been there before me. Guess it's my turn to break a trail tomorrow.


Walk with me.. Wednesday

Bare ground or snow covered, the winter woods is magical. I am in my element. Yesterday four deer broused a mossy bank where in any other season they'd be invisible to me. This morning I watched 42 wild turkeys run single file through the woods. Stone walls have reappeared. Shapes, texture, light and shadow. Have you ever listened to the sound of the water bubbling in an icy stream?


walk with me wednesday

or NaBloPoMo #5

Okay.. this'll be hard for me, especially as I'll be nearly without internet next week. I'll post and save.  Or something.

Today's walk yielded amazing textures.  Now that the trees are nearly bare, the light is back.  I know that sounds funny considering the shortness of daylight and the weaker sunlight.  But, at least the light now reaches the ground.  So much better to see it with, and there are shadows.  

Reminiscent of a sumi painting, the lichens create a landscape.



Full moon rising..



Happy Earth Day!

“How terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as extraordinary as living.” —Jostein Gaarder


A friend put this on her Facebook page today.  I was so happy to see it.  It is one of my favorites and something that I try to remind myself everyday.  

Over the weekend Chris and I managed to take a little bit of time out of our schedule to have, what I like to call, 'a little adventure'.  We go somewhere and walk, bushwack, poke around.. whatever.  We look and we see.  If I'm particularly organized, we take a picnic.  And so, during a time when we should have had our noses to the grindstone getting ready for the spring show season, we did.  Here are a few pictures..











How's that for a little adventure?



walk with me

It is hard to take a bad walk this time of year.  There's so much color, so many color moods.  We managed a couple beach walks last weekend.  It was a nice contrast to my daily woods walks.


Subtle. Garish. Bright. Monochromatic.... any thing you want.  







Walk with me.. Willy

For almost as long as I can remember, I've walked in the woods with my cats.  There was a time when we'd go exploring for hours; cover real distance.  But as the years passed, I became more and more familiar with the creatures that shared the woods around us and I began to encourage the cats to stay closer to home.  Too many fishers, fox, coyotes and dogs were ranging close by.  




You can learn a lot following an animal.  I can't hear what they hear, nor see what they see.  I try.  These days, I walk with Willy. He shows me holes where chipmonks live, mouse runs, snake trails, and various scat.  We stop where others have traveled, rested, fed and left scent behind ..  



and treasures.