Friday

Caught In the Snowstorm

All life and action upon the snow have an added emphasis and significance. 
Every expression is underscored. 
~ John Burroughs

Sunday

Enjoy Every Second


I'm going to enjoy every second, and I'm going to know I'm enjoying it while I'm enjoying it. Most people don't live; they just race. They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are passing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out, and it doesn't make any difference whether they've reached the goal or not.
- Jean Webster

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Friday

Spellbound


Out of the bosom of the Air 
 Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, 
 Over the woodlands brown and bare, 
 Over the harvest-fields forsaken, 
 Silent, and soft, and slow 
 Descends the snow.
-  Emily Jane Brontë

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Wednesday

To Chill A Mockingbird


Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird. 
 ― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

Tuesday

Snowflakes on a Song Sparrow

Close your eyes. Hear the silent snow. 
Listen to your soul speak.
 ― A.D. Posey

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Friday

Love Is a Canvas



Love is a canvas furnished by Nature 
and embroidered by imagination. 
~ Voltaire

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Wednesday

Along The Path


What you seek is seeking you.
 — Rumi

A pathway at Claytor Lake State Park in Dublin, Virginia. 

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Monday

Early Morning at Claytor Lake State Park


Early morning at Claytor Lake State Park, Dublin Virginia

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love. 
— Marcus Aurelius

Wednesday

White-crowned Sparrow



I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn. 
 ~ Henry David Thoreau

Tuesday

Mourning Dove and Daffodils


Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle ... a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. And the anticipation nurtures our dream."
- Barbara Winkler
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