We woke up to a cold and snowy landscape - our first snow of the season.
It was just a slight dusting.
As the sun rises over the mountains, illuminating the clouds of mist,
I hurry to set out the hummingbird feeders.
Flocks of birds fly over from their roost in the foothills
towards their busy day of foraging in the forest and fields.
Tiny leaves of Thyme glitter in the morning sun.
Whitey and Champ wait for me to join them on our morning walk.
First they are patient.
But soon they want to play.
Whitey is an American Eskimo. He is in his element!
They leave a maze of footprints behind.
I could see the skies darkening yesterday in anticipation of the snow.
We had a long stretch of mild weather in November, coaxing flowers into bloom.
Just yesterday this beautiful Lenten Rose unfurled it's lovely petals.
Winter pansies keep blooming despite the cold.
And this little surprise - a sweet and cheerful primrose tucked under a plant rack,
waiting for spring.
But this week will bring sub-freezing temperatures
from the Frazier River Valley in Canada.
We will stay cozy and warm.
They say that cutting firewood warms you twice - once when you chop it,
and again when it is burned.
Maggie can vouch for the latter.
I leave Maggie cozy on her cushion and hurry on my way to feed the birds.
This sweet pair waits patiently for my hand out.
I have been busy gathering supplies for some winter crafts during our mild November.
A lovely harvest from winter woodlands.
I will be busy during these cold winter days, cozily crafting in front of the fire.
I hope to share the results with you very soon.
Thank you, Dear Friends for your sweet comments and Thanksgiving Wishes.
I hope you all had the very best day of Thanksgiving.
Not chance of birth or place has made us
Being oftentimes of different tongues and
But the endeavor for the selfsame ends,
With the same hopes, and fears, and
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow -