Taken yesterday afternoon in my back yard.
This is getting somewhat ridiculous. The sun rose this morning at 4:58 am, it won’t set until 10:39 tonight, the day is 17 hours 41 minutes long and gaining 7 minutes a day, and we still have a foot and a half of snow on the ground! It’s warming up a little in the daytime, but only to the high 30’s or low 40’s, and we’re still getting snow flurries and hard frosts at night. The white ice on my subdivision road has collapsed (which means frozen in ruts) to my driveway, but it’s still there.
I’m going to be editing the next couple of months, plus selling my books at the Farmers’ Market, attending my 50th college reunion and visiting out of state, attending a Writers’ Conference, and trying to get my garden in (assuming the snow ever melts), so I’m going to reduce the regular blogging to four days a week: weather Monday, quotation context Wednesday, Jarn’s Journal Friday and Weekend Warriors snippets Sunday. Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday will be open unless I have something special, like the book review for the Pride and Prejudice bicentennial tomorrow. I’m also hoping to experiment with getting Horse Power on CreateSpace so I’ll have it for the Market. I might have to expand it by adding a couple of the riding scenes from Homecoming and Tourist Trap.
At least it’s getting light. I went to a Judy Collins concert last night,at 7 pm, and drove home in sunlight at 10 pm. Civil twilight now starts after midnight.
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Praying that the writer of this song (feathered canyons . . .) and those who identify with it will come to know the meaning of the clouds, the source of love, the giver of life –
This is such a lovely song of longing – even more lovely will be the song of fulfillment!
Glad you liked it.
Shiver! When is supposed to be snow free? I’ve always loved the imagery in that song. I’ve been a cloud watcher all my life.
It should be down to patches by now. This has been a very cold April.
The past week, flu went through the schools & I feel it coming on. I drive into the snow blowing across the road in places, the last of the gray sun giving the frozen world a pinkish cast. As some of the churches in towns I pass, faithful members arrive for Sunday-night services.