1941. icy-hot!

icy fireball

lighting up the morning sky—

luv that sun!

I recently read a critique stating that too little is said about the morning sun, with poet after poet giving attention to the setting sun. I just wanted to say, I don’t feel at all ho-hum about the morning sun—It’s the greatest!😘

 

1940. the view from here

a patch of red

in a small corner of the view

removing my gloves

 

When life appears buried in bone-chilling ice, if you stay out in the cold air long enough to look around, you’ll find a spot of bright red to warm your day. 

1939. feeling grounded

down to the ground

hiding out in the ground

a groundhog!

 

Happy Groundhog Day!

Earlier today it was 46 days 20 hours 46 minutes. . .and counting down. Just sayin’. Just doing my best to enjoy all the snow and ice before it’s gone and everything’s green.