Rather late yesterday afternoon, as the sun was going down, I looked back to see
a very pink cloud. I was so thrilled, I took out my camera immediately. Said camera gave up after two shots.....it was cold out anyway.
This morning it is still cold out -- colder, actually. (Six degrees F). So, in order to avoid doing any work, I decided to take photos of fruit --having taken photos of everything I possibly could out of the window the last few days....
All this fruit comes from warm places. So do the plates.
So this is plate/fruit therapy.
I think the rabbit is saying, Hi.
Just read a super poem by Cait O'Connor
The Reading Season
It is the reading season;
we do not ask for much
our call a plea for human hibernation.
Come Winter-tide, Wales tests us all.
When snow is forecast, all is gloom
and libraries fill with starving folk.
All seeking words to warm themselves upon.
All seeking books to lose themselves within
and so it is fine weather for the words.
Beloved books will always be a loyal friend,
a blanket of pure comfort, an escape,
a goose down duvet or a featherbed so soft,
a touchstone for the soul when life is hard.
Our needs are simple now and fill one tiny space:
a fire of logs or coal, a comfy chair, a throw,
a mug of cocoa, hot toddy or a glass of red,
a book or two to raise the spirit, test the mind,
cause blood to warm, bring hearts to ease
and keep us from this season’s dark and chill.
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