The encroaching storm in this image is very different from the one that taps against my windowpane tonight. Mine is a fix of snow and rain and frozen stuff. The wind chimes are dancing to accompany the tinkling sounds of precipitation on the grass. Despite their dulcet tones, I would prefer to be on this catamaran, watching the water reflect the sky.
Pomato Point, Anegada, British Virgin Islands.
Quote of the day: “The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.” — Shannon Hale
Daily gratitudes:
A warm day before the storm
My slumgullion stew
Squirrels scolding something in the night
Music in my kitchen
How fortunate I have been to travel
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April 8, 2013 at 10:28 pm
breakroomstories
Such a stoic scene, I really like this picture!
April 8, 2013 at 10:29 pm
Seasweetie
Thanks! I LOVE your blog!
April 8, 2013 at 10:35 pm
Mike Albright
Enjoyed that. Stay warm!
April 8, 2013 at 10:44 pm
Seasweetie
You too!
April 9, 2013 at 2:32 am
TBM
slumgullion stew?
April 9, 2013 at 10:54 am
Seasweetie
It’s kind of a mishmash of meats and veggies and chiles and olives and spices. Differnt every time!
April 9, 2013 at 11:58 am
TBM
Ah, sounds like something the better half makes. I never know what’s in it, but it is tasty!