I toured the property with camera in hand. Does this photo essay make you glad Spring is almost here or are you hoping for one more bout with wintry weather?
You can tell which corner of our tin roof is heated by the woodstove's pipe.
We've had our invitation out for snow since well before Christmas.
This doesn't look like a mock-orange bush, does it?
In just a few weeks the white snow of this dogwood will be replaced by its own white blossoms.
Entrance to the Loyd place.
A hushed woodland scene.
Deer have left their hoofprints as a reminder that I wasn't the first early morning visitor to "the outback" of our property.
In just a few weeks the white snow of this dogwood will be replaced by its own white blossoms.
Entrance to the Loyd place.
A hushed woodland scene.
Deer have left their hoofprints as a reminder that I wasn't the first early morning visitor to "the outback" of our property.
The sun amplifies the beauty of snow-laden magnolia branches.
The old station wagon won't be hauling any wood until the snow is gone. But next year's wood supply is beckoning.
This canoe won't be venturing onto any lakes, ponds, or streams any time soon, either. Judy and I aren't into ice fishing.
And with this icy weather, we've had to curtail using our outdoor tub. (Just kidding, for those of you who don't get my sense of humor.)
Peeking through the underbrush into an open field is like opening a window into another world. A magical world.
Another view of the house, which offers a warm refuge after these winter strolls.
I'm sure the grandbabies and other visitors will wait until the saddle thaws before riding this bucking bronco.
A shortcut for critters AND humans.
It's not that the birds don't appreciate the food, but until some of this snow melts they prefer the seeds I scattered on the ground.
Blue skies and white clouds often follow the gray backdrop of winter storms.
Our woodland gnome says, "This snow even caught ME by surprise!"
The red nandina berries make a startling contrast to the white fluffy stuff.
The old station wagon won't be hauling any wood until the snow is gone. But next year's wood supply is beckoning.
This canoe won't be venturing onto any lakes, ponds, or streams any time soon, either. Judy and I aren't into ice fishing.
And with this icy weather, we've had to curtail using our outdoor tub. (Just kidding, for those of you who don't get my sense of humor.)
Peeking through the underbrush into an open field is like opening a window into another world. A magical world.
Another view of the house, which offers a warm refuge after these winter strolls.
I'm sure the grandbabies and other visitors will wait until the saddle thaws before riding this bucking bronco.
A shortcut for critters AND humans.
It's not that the birds don't appreciate the food, but until some of this snow melts they prefer the seeds I scattered on the ground.
Blue skies and white clouds often follow the gray backdrop of winter storms.
Our woodland gnome says, "This snow even caught ME by surprise!"
The red nandina berries make a startling contrast to the white fluffy stuff.
Soon, Judy's prayer garden will be a scene of activity by more than just scavenging birds. The snow will melt, sunshine will warm the swing. An evening fire will bring a glow to the chiminea. To everything, there is a season.
Just the way God planned it. Perfect.
1 comment:
beautiful. and you officially had more snow in north carolina that vermont! crazy!
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