This morning, before the sun came over the range, the pink was already up and out of bed. The hint of orange on the edges, one pale cloud moving slowly overhead. 2° outside not counting the windchill. I went and stuffed the Birdfeeders and threw bird food all over the ground, Then drove Kevin to work and stopped by the river with the pup; to have a small visit with magnificence.
To me, as a New Englander, and possibly due to being a McLean McClellan , I simply lust for all of the seasons and all of the unpredictable changes. I am at home in wet cold rainy snowy days Tromping about the woods, the subtle greens and golds and browns a meal of quiet luster.
All those extremes.
It's like loving somebody deeply, and getting to know all different parts of them.
To me, as a New Englander, and possibly due to being a McLean McClellan , I simply lust for all of the seasons and all of the unpredictable changes. I am at home in wet cold rainy snowy days Tromping about the woods, the subtle greens and golds and browns a meal of quiet luster.
All those extremes.
It's like loving somebody deeply, and getting to know all different parts of them.
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