Sorry folks. I’ve been a laggard here. And this, after figuring that the holidays were over and we’d all get back to our regularly scheduled programming…well, maybe you did. I’m still stuck in January, and an extended intersession for two of my three men (dad and son on the same academic calendar has its advantages, except when it means a long stretch of folks who wake up and go to bed and eat at different times, all under one roof…) Then we had some weather. Then I got bronchitis, or something.
And then…Over and over and over, I kept looking up and seeing…this.
We’ve had an amazing stretch of blue sky days. Blue skies, white snow, the occasional re-dusting of new snow, more blue skies. It’s been glorious beyond description. And has required, apparently, a significant portion of my attention span this past week.
So what I’ve been up to, beyond trying to get my Christmas cards into the mailbox (conveniently disguised as Valentines) and offloading stuff to get out of the architect’s and contractor’s way, is being outside, and taking it in.
Confession: before starting this post, I went through my phone photos and deleted approximately three out of four that I’ve taken in the last ten days. I figured that would leave more than enough to choose from, without overwhelming my iPhoto bank. Seriously, I thought I had it down to about twenty shots. Turned out eliminating three out of four got me down to 200 photos to choose from for this installment.
I just couldn’t stop. I kept meaning to go grocery shopping and finding myself at, for instance, the Mt. Auburn Cemetery. Which is a national treasure by any measure, and is beautiful beyond description on any day of the year. But there’s something about that place, and the quiet within its gates when the snow has muffled the noise and the caretakers have put their power equipment away for the winter. Glorious, beautiful, serenity. Everywhere you turn.
I also kept detouring to my beloved reservoir, for the mental health break I kept seeming to need. That, and with the hope against all hope that the snowy owl might come back and hang out, while I was looking. No such luck, but there was still such beauty, at every turn.
Anyhow, that’s what I’ve been up to. Witnessing the beauty all around. Trying to soak it all in. Making sure to notice.