Tomorrow we will get up near 50 degrees so hopefully the still very slick sheet of ice in much of our driveway will finally melt, and we can get on with a more normal for the season temperature.
A few weeks ago I was out at the barn, in weather that seemed gloriously moderate compared to what we've had since, and as I got horses ready for their evenings, I noticed the sky was the most gorgeous shade of delicate pink.
It was the pink of a particular antique rose bush that climbed up and over the old "barn garage" that sat out back behind a beautiful old house my parents rented for a few years when I was in college. The roses were the palest pink I've ever seen, and were simply beautiful.
The sky, in that pink color, with the black silhouettes of bare winter trees in front of it, was breath-taking. It was a sky that changed every few seconds, and I wanted the camera but knew if I went in to get it, I'd miss the whole thing. And then it changed past the pink so I decided to get the camera and see what else might happen.
The horses, donkeys, and Dickens the cowboy cat are very accustomed to me stopping all work and standing to watch something. Often enough they will stop and watch with me, which is always touching - isn't that what we all want, really? Someone to admire what we admire, in silence borne of complete understanding?
We were all quite taken by the trees of fire that formed as we stood in the arena together. A beautiful show, and we were there to see it.
6 comments:
Hope you're on the mend now Billie! Lovely post and photo. Winter sunsets are so subtle and delicate :)
I know what you mean about debating grabbing your camera because you might miss something. I've been wanting to catch Val doing downward dog pose (so cute) but it would be over before I could get back. I guess camera in the pocket - just in case - is the remedy :)
Beautiful picture of the sky backdrop highlighting the tree.
I hate colds and worse yet nasty colds.Hope you and your daughter feel better soon.
Billie, I sincerely hope you don't have what the woman had and still has to a minor degree. I think it may be something from the time of the Black Plague that is making a comeback. Your photograph is magnificent, in spite of the fact that it is set in winter...
C, we are better today. Last night I was up at 3 a.m. with daughter who woke me to say her coughing was keeping her awake. Funny that I immediately went into "middle of the night cough relief" mode that was very similar to when she was very young - hot steam in the bathroom, sorting out if cough eases with warmth, or coolness, lying flat or sitting up, etc., then homeopathic remedy and tea with honey.
Today I went and bought wild cherry bark syrup and elderberry syrup, as well as Gypsy Cold Care tea - things have improved about 100% since last night, now that we've both been taken these herbals.
I also realized today that I can order the dried elderberries and the wild cherry bark powder and make my own syrups for a fraction of the cost - that's my next Mountain Rose Herb purchase, as I am determined this is the only such nastiness we are going to have in 2011!
Arlene, I think the last time I have been this sick was about 7 or 8 years ago. I am not a good "patient." When I do get sick, it reminds me of just how healthy I normally am on a daily basis - some of the cold symptoms really drive me crazy.
Sheaffer, the Black Plague sounds about right. :0 I'm a little bit amazed by how quickly the wild cherry bark syrup is working though, on a positive note. You can actually feel it go down - the taste is not bad but it is very "botanical" and potent, but as it goes down it feels like it is already doing something. All the "gunk" is drying up and the cough is MUCH better. The elderberry syrup otoh is like drinking something yummy.
If The Woman is still having issues with cough and chest congestion, you might have to put on your white coat and head into her stall with some syrup to administer. I have a slightly evil thought that you might well enjoy using the dosing syringe on her! (no vermifuge allowed, though!)
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