Hope…
January 16, 2014
is being able to see that there is light despite all the darkness. ̶ Desmond Tutu * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2014
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The tide recedes, exposing a page of sand.
January 13, 2014
“The power of a handwritten letter is greater than ever. It’s personal and deliberate and means more than an e-mail or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering.” — Ashton Kutcher * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2013
The color of cold
January 9, 2014
“For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?” ― John Steinbeck * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2014
“Winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel…
January 6, 2014
if you know where to look for it.” ̶ Henry David Thoreau * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2013
More than a red bird
January 2, 2014
Robed in vestments of love and passion, he infuses a measure of warmth and life into the cold and barren world around him. * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2014
A snow day literally and figuratively…
December 30, 2013
falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder. ̶ Susan Orlean * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2013
“The snow began to fall again,
December 19, 2013
drifting against the windows, politely begging entrance and then falling with disappointment to the ground.” ― Jamie McGuire * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2013
For centuries men have kept an appointment with Christmas.
December 16, 2013
Christmas means fellowship, feasting, giving and receiving, a time of good cheer, home. ̶ W. J. Tucker Best wishes to all for a most joyful day! * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2013
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?
December 12, 2013
And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.’ ― Lewis Carroll Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2013
Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch. – Yoshida Kenko
December 9, 2013
As if to dress the winter marsh, cattails turn their cigar heads into a white and fluffy mass of seeds, ready to drift off in the wind and build new colonies for spring. * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2013
Life Is Full of Sweet Spots 