I'm quite sure that at least a few of us are head over heals in love with the thought of warmer air pushing around our hair and the kind of sun light that prompts you to sport your favorite pair of sun glasses...
Right now, other than life goals still waiting patiently for numerous other things to happen...I am desperately "longing" for this...
A fresh cut of Lilacs on the kitchen table.
Oh boy...how wonderfully their scent fills a room!
This is the lake a grew up down the road from. I
could sit on this beach for hours.
I'm longing for some newly planted favorites from the local greenhouse.
(I tend to favor pink and purple flowers)
That is my sister's picture of Lake Charlevoix below...
(Please be nice and don't steal it!)
(Same goes for this one below)
A little poem I fixed up several years back. I'm pretty sure this lays out the longing I feel come early spring every year...
~Her sunset~
She sits and looks down,
At the waves reaching her toes,
A silence creeps in
As the lazy sun goes.
The sand, still warm from the day,
Argues with the cooling breeze,
She looks up to the water,
The chill upon her leaves.
She watches the lake,
Darken in the glow
A shadow growing behind her,
A stillness settling low.
The sun’s colors paint this sky,
As it falls behind the bay,
She wants nothing more,
Than for a few more minutes to stay.
The darkness whispers chills,
Close at her back,
She says her goodbye,
As her lake turns black.
She digs her toes once more,
Into the still warm sand,
She turns into the darkness,
To the trail, inland.
At the waves reaching her toes,
A silence creeps in
As the lazy sun goes.
The sand, still warm from the day,
Argues with the cooling breeze,
She looks up to the water,
The chill upon her leaves.
She watches the lake,
Darken in the glow
A shadow growing behind her,
A stillness settling low.
The sun’s colors paint this sky,
As it falls behind the bay,
She wants nothing more,
Than for a few more minutes to stay.
The darkness whispers chills,
Close at her back,
She says her goodbye,
As her lake turns black.
She digs her toes once more,
Into the still warm sand,
She turns into the darkness,
To the trail, inland.
~M.M.P.~
~~~
I am finally in a place where I can have and enjoy perennials so I planted a bunch last year. I have much to look forward to as the
weather gets warmer this spring.
~~~
I am finally in a place where I can have and enjoy perennials so I planted a bunch last year. I have much to look forward to as the
weather gets warmer this spring.
and a pup with her wood pile.
Random pics below...but this pup has just as much fun
camping as her people do!
That is Miss Mikayla last summer.
She is now double the size :)
Longing for a few rays, good company, stories told endlessly by the fire, stars twinkling down on the lake, flowers to brighten up winter eyes and weathered souls...
...all to come.
Take care and have a great weekend!
