The title is from a children’s book when I was little about an elf-like creature who snuggles up in brown, dried leaves. I can just see him in there.
Monday Macro
Debilitating Weather
These pictures are from a few years back.
Needless to say that when I stepped out of the house that day I was sure that I wouldn’t go to work that day, I didn’t want to go to work that day.
But the neighbours were out and starting to clear the snow. And I had help.
Within less than an hour, most of us had freed their cars and were on their way. I was off to work, albeit a bit late. As debilitating the snow was, it didn’t disable us completely.
Home
When I was looking for a photo for Debbie’s challenge today, I knew I wanted to show a photo of the neighbourhood I grew up in. I found this one, the houses of the old part of town where I used to play, the old town wall that bordered our garden, the Schlosspark with the pond behind, and the medieval tower which watched over it all. And then I noticed that I hadn’t taken this photo myself. The photographer was our grandson. Heritage in more ways than one.
Flying into the Weather
The heron is not flying into a storm but into uncertainty. Will there be sunshine? Will there be clouds? Or a storm, after all?
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Freedom
and harking back to an rdp last July: Free
Three Wintry Trios
Three jet streams in a winter sky.
Three eyes on a stump in the winter woods.
Three quinces left hanging on a winter tree.
Hey, Helmet!
Floral Friday
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