Friday, January 24, 2014

a wintery haiku

Each season's landscape and light has it's own spectrum of colors, perhaps because the pallet of winter's landscape is spare, it's light is so varied. 
 
 
 
 


Frosty breath, snowflakes
strangers traveling the streets
under it's warm glow



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finally Clear skys a ramble on gardening

  It's hard for me to believe, that i still have those cheap clogs and that brand new shovel is now well worn, decades have passed.  My ...