Seeing it all.

We’re finding our way to the end of January, and around these parts that’s a huge relief.  I’ve been keeping busy playing music, writing and eating carbohydrates, and after a Friday evening spent singing to a full house, I was thawing out and happy with the way life gives you gifts, like 40 degrees on a January weekend.

Funny how a little warm up can turn an attitude around. Suddenly I was in love with winter again and while Husband worked on hammering and nailing and putting up walls in our master bedroom, I worked on ways I could sneak out the door unnoticed.

Because I decided it was of utmost importance that I load up little Juno and give her a tour of her new home turf.

Because we needed to check on things, ensure the gears were grinding right, the snowbanks weren’t too deep and the view was still as beautiful.

We needed to make sure those weird clouds weren’t storm clouds above us.

We needed to introduce her to the horses.

We needed to play…

and run…

And do whatever Tucker was doing here…





That looked like fun.

See, around here, if we chose to look, we can see things like this every day.

And although winter gets long, it’s one of those seasons that changes the landscape constantly. And so I suppose I’ve made it my mission here to keep tabs on the way the horses grow beards to ward off the chill…

The way the clouds roll and shift and change directions and colors…

How the light hits the grass and makes it sparkle…

How the horses settle lethargically into a pile of grain…

and how their noses feel under our hands.

I watch it all because I don’t want to miss it.

Because I like the way a puppy kiss looks.


And the sound of snow melting under a blue sky.

And the tree rows planted all those years ago? I like that they’re scraggly but standing still under a slow to rise winter sun.


I like the idea that this all will be green again, but first it has to be blue and white and brown.

I like that I’m here for all of that changing.

And I like the feeling, that like Juno, I’m hearing it all, seeing it all, discovering it all for the first time…on a 40 degree weekend at the end of January.

6 thoughts on “Seeing it all.

  1. You have a great collection of ND pictures. Having grown up in ND they are especially interesting to me, taking me back 60 – 70 years. I enjoy your postings–Keep it up!

  2. One mild day can make you feel so very different. We’re waiting for our thaw. It’s due tomorrow.

    I love how you appreciate what you have, and see the world around you with such a grateful heart.

  3. I can certainly relate to having just a bit of sunshine and warmth makes a difference in so many. I love that you take the time to appreciate it 🙂

    And Juno. Who could resist that face? Not I.

    MJ

  4. January is almost history and it wont be long until we are looking at the wild flowers. It never seems as cold if the sun shines and there is a blue sky to offset the wihite, the grasses and the trees. I enjoy the seasons changing.
    Juno is a great name. She looks as if she fits right in:-)

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