“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

11.26.2010

mmmm-hmmmmmmmm

the windows are all frosted with the tale of winter on its way,
there is a fire in in the heater
and the smell of cinnamon still lingering from breakfast. 
the trees are a bit more naked than yesterday,
shameless after the winds that blew through yesterday,
and it's beginning to feel a lot like christmas. 

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9 comments:

  1. it is chilly & rainy here in ct and my toes are cold! :) love the photo...

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  2. There was a little dusting of snow on the ground this morning for the first time, and icy frost on the steps to the backyard. The dogs were enthralled!

    I love the description of the trees as 'shameless'. That tickled my poet's bone. :)

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  3. ...you had me even before the offer of cookies. i have read your blog for some time now, coming from anothers blog. you have an amazing insight into the day, a thought process and way of expressing yourself that i find most calming and appealing. i watch trees myself, but your descriptions often in merely a few words portrays them so much clearer than i could define them. i am happy to come visit you each day, even if my coffee cup is not greeted with a cookie.
    in fond regard, Tilda

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  4. Our snow is largely melted. My little female cat is hunkered down in the cabinet where the sound equipment is stored. I think she found a warm cat cave for herself.

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  5. It is beginning to feel like Christmas here in Oregon too. What a precious picture.

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  6. oh i like your attitude....
    i'll fall victim to that christmas feeling too....but just not quite yet....

    {even though i did wrap gifts today after putting out our decorations}

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  7. it is beginning to feel that way... it will be here before we know it, with all the lovely smells and sights and fun.i was just thinking yesterday about the smell of snow, how i am looking forward to it.

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  8. Here, too. And I say bring it on. Now that Thanksgiving has passed, I'm ready.

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  9. I envy you and your frosted windows. Mine never do this.

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