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A foggy, frosty Monday morning meander

The light dances softly in the meadows.
The light dances softly in the meadows.

Respond to every call
that excites your spirit.

~ Rumi

Curves and sparkles.
Curves and sparkles.

I woke up today to one of those delightfully frosty and foggy mornings.  It wasn’t the harsh frost and fog of winter, but something gentler, softer, and much more colorful.  It was the kind of frost and fog that predict a warm day ahead.

Golden needles.
Golden needles.

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

~ Rumi

A moment of light.
A moment of light.

I went for a walk in the meadows.  The meadows are the best place to be at sunrise on a frosty, foggy morning.  This is especially true near the end of winter when the ghosts of last summer and autumn — the dried remains of goldenrod, black-eyed susans, and a variety of grasses — take on strange and lovely shapes.

Beautiful as it is.
Beautiful as it is.

And you?  When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

~ Rumi

Centering.
Centering.

The frost didn’t last long, and the warm temperatures it promised arrived quickly.  Blue sky, sunshine, a gentle breeze from the south.  I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the daffodils decide to open today or tomorrow or sometime this week.

Stretching up.
Stretching up.

Inside you there’s an artist you don’t know about… say yes quickly, if you know, if you’ve known it before the beginning of the universe.

~ Rumi

Meadow ballet.
Meadow ballet.

Thank you for coming along on a short walk through the morning meadows.  I’m on my way back outside to work in the garden.  Gardening is a wonderful thing to do when I’m in a contemplative mood.  It takes me out of my head and into the earth.  If you’d like to help, I’ll be in the scrounger’s garden.  Or, if the work doesn’t suit you today, we can meet on the dock at sunset which is at 6:02 PM.

All lit up.
Lit up with early morning light.

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder.  Help someone’s soul heal.  Walk out of your house like a shepherd.

~ Rumi

Longing.
Longing.

Today’s joys:  Colorful lights dancing in the meadows; hints of springtime; mysterious fog shapes swirling over the pond; rays of sunlight pouring through the pines; deer tracks leading here and there; the mourning doves cooing at sunrise.

Ribbons of cool.
Ribbons of cool.
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Robin is a photographer, artist, writer, wife, sometime poet, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend, and occasional traveler currently living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. She finished a 365 commitment to get outside every day in 2011, and has turned it into a lifelong commitment taking one or more walks each day. Robin will continue to share her walks through her words and images on Breezes at Dawn. Older posts can be found at Life in the Bogs, her previous blog. Robin and her husband are in the midst of renovating the house and property they refer to as the Wabi-Sabi Ranch, 35 acres that include marsh, a dock on a tidal creek, meadows, and woodlands. Every day brings new discoveries.

23 thoughts on “A foggy, frosty Monday morning meander

    1. Thank you, Seonaid. 🙂 It’s always great to have some help in the garden. My greenhouse needs some sorting out, too. I hope to get to it this week so I can get some seeds started.

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  1. When I arrived here in North Carolina a week ago the daffodils were in full bloom! Looks like I have another spring ahead of me when I return to Connecticut if your daffodils are just getting started. It always fascinates me how the seasons move up and down the east coast…

    Love the ribbons of cool!

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    1. Thank you, Barbara. 🙂 I was able to experience that when I traveled out to Ohio last May. Spring was pretty much finished here (it was already summer-like in terms of temperatures), and as we traveled west and north through the mountains of Pennsylvania, we experienced a reverse spring, from bare trees back to early spring and on to blooming tulips and flowering trees.

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