The colors of winter paint the landscape outside my window. Towering silver maples cast steel blue shadows two lots long. The snow between these shadows sparkles slate blue and slate gray. Remnants of snow creations softened by time stoically stand in blobs around the yard. Cornflower blue tints the sky, fading to light steel blue on the horizon. Snow lays a foot deep on the rooftops and ice damns creep menacingly over the edges, some with ice sickles two feet long.
Only 5 weeks past the winter solstice and the rising sun feels warmer. The wintering birds practice their territorial songs, in-between filling up on sunflower seeds from the feeders in the yard.
Blue, winter, cold, still; yet the countdown to spring has begun.
Copyright kittycooks, January 30, 2010 22 degrees
Only 5 weeks past the winter solstice and the rising sun feels warmer. The wintering birds practice their territorial songs, in-between filling up on sunflower seeds from the feeders in the yard.
Blue, winter, cold, still; yet the countdown to spring has begun.
Copyright kittycooks, January 30, 2010 22 degrees
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