Signs of the Times

 A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him saying, ‘You are mad, you are not like us.
~Abba Anthony

Happy 50th Anniversary to a Very Special Couple

You two show that with a sense of humour and love of adventure
happily ever after does come true.
Wishing you unending love.

Live Peace, Speak Peace

Peace Lily

“To live without speaking is better than to speak without living. For the former who lives rightly does good even by his silence but the latter does no good even when he speaks.”

~Abba Isidore of Pelusia

Solitude Is A State Of Mind

 

“There are many who live in the mountains
and behave as if they were in the town,
and they are wasting their time.
It is possible to be a solitary in one’s mind
while living in a crowd,
and it is possible for one who is a solitary
to live in the crowd of his own thoughts.”

~Amma Syncletica

Pond Is Full

Lots of rain has filled the vernal pond. Looks so pretty when it’s full.

Wet Coast Scene

Mossy Hollow Log in our woods

Vistas

Look past
ferns and saplings,
between
cedar and maple
where sun
illumines something
further away than eyes can see.

Vistas
in woods
and life,
distant points
you have yet to explore.

Go there,
moving always
towards unseen prospects
or points of view.

©Sharron R. McMillan

Oranges in January

I don’t know if the cold kitchen has shocked it into producing but our little orange tree has
flowers and oranges on it at the same time.  Smells lovely and reminds me spring will come again.

Grandma Tree

Poor Grandma tree,
the weight of snow and howling winds
were too much to bear.
The second limb this winter has fallen to the ground.
What remains still stands
tall and straight
after more than 800 years
of standing sentry in our woods.
May she survive many more winters.

©2020 Sharron R. McMillan

More Snow

Towhees, Juncos, Stellar’s Jays
and hummingbirds
are thankful for food
we put out for them.

I feel like opening the windows
to let them all in,
but Mocha
would not be
quite as welcoming.

©2020 Sharron R. McMillan

 

 

Guardian of the Chocolates

My World

Out there,
in the big world,
is sorrow, sadness,
turmoil, and sabre rattling
but here
in my woods
is only beauty, love
and peace.

©2020 Sharron R. McMillan

Snow Day

The woods are covered in down,
that rain slowly dilutes
into puddles.
I put a few puzzle pieces in their place
then settle in by the fire to crochet.
Snow day,
a good excuse to be lazy.
©2020 Sharron R. McMillan

Wet Soggy Woods

More fungi

yikes

Wind is howling around us
branches and trees falling,
gusts shake the house.
I don’t like winter storms.
And though I feel safe inside
by a warm fire
I’d rather it would
stop blowing.

This tree just blew down out in the woods. We watched the Pileated Woodpecker pecking at it the other day. Hope he doesn’t think it’s his fault.