So fellow travelers, the transition from Autumn to Winter has been grey, damp and chilly here in Central New York.
Slight differences in temperatures determine whether it’s raining or snowing . Thick mats of wet leaves create slick patches almost as treacherous as ice. The sun is obscured by dense clouds for days at a time; even the briefest of appearances is cause for celebration.
Quick look ! Do you see what we see?
Delilah and I spy the distant glow of sunshine far down the road we walk almost everyday in our neighborhood.
In the midst of gloom I received some heartening news; I’ve had to reset some hoped for plans lately, so I am going to hold this one close to my heart until it is more certain to unfold.
Meanwhile I opted for a mental health day, which initially included plans to finish Christmas shopping. This era of online purchases with direct recipient shipping is easier but lacks the personal touch which I try to bring to the gifts I give. There’s a simple joy in scouting craft shows and small shops to find the right something for each person on my list.
When the day dawned bright and clear I shifted gears to allow for a visit to a favorite birding spot.
Upon arriving , I remembered why it’s a not a frequent stop on my winter walking destinations. Early snow already covers the minimally maintained roadway; eventually it will become impassable until spring.
For now I was granted passage through and I drovecarefully along the winding road marveling at the transformation winter has made.
The little brook still babbles free and blissful it has not frozen over yet
Everything has become something new unto itself, familiar and yet not, a reflection of the path I am trying to navigate right now. I think I can see the way forward and yet, a sudden change leaves me on less certain footing.
Tracks in the snow leading to the little pond
Wrapped in the deep silence of these favorite woods blanketed in snow, lost in thought the bright chirping of a chickadee called me back.
High on a pine branch
One bird sits and sings alone
Joy cascades like snow
A simple, familiar reminder. Stop, look, listen.
What we seek is closer than we think.
Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.
murisopsis
/ 12/14/2018Beautiful photos!
sagemtnmom
/ 12/15/2018Thank you It is a wonderful spot in any season