So very true Pauline, Life is forever changing, and when one season closes down a new season starts up. It is almost as if the Lord is closing down one door and new door is opening up for the Earth.
I hope you are well Pauline, I think of you often and ask God to keep sending his Angels to watch over you.
"If there's a bustle in your hedge row, don't be alarmed now." Stairway To Heaven
The evolutionary adaptations of the creatures trapped in the Temperate Zones are incredible. The Wood Frog becomes a frogcicle.. a little antifreeze in the blood helps them cybernate through the Winter.
For those of us who must deal with the Winter.. I have learned to appreciate the cold, clean, crunching of snow underfoot whether on a Sunny stroll in December or a brilliantly moonlit night in February... the snow magically magnifying the moonlight... and underneath, a Wood Frog 'dreams' of Spring.
A marker, those rocks, or directional clue in the woods. I once saw a similar arrangement in the sands of the desert in south Utah and wondered why and who . . . perhaps buried treasure?
Upon a forest floor
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when seasons end, life begins again.
how beautiful Pauline. :)
ive sent u an invitation for my India blog... :)
hugs.
So very true Pauline, Life is forever changing, and when one season closes down a new season starts up. It is almost as if the Lord is closing down one door and new door is opening up for the Earth.
I hope you are well Pauline, I think of you often and ask God to keep sending his Angels to watch over you.
Blessings my Friend
The circle of life ....
"If there's a bustle in your hedge row,
don't be alarmed now."
Stairway To Heaven
The evolutionary adaptations of the creatures trapped in the Temperate Zones are incredible. The Wood Frog becomes a frogcicle..
a little antifreeze in the blood helps them cybernate through the Winter.
For those of us who must deal with the Winter..
I have learned to appreciate the cold, clean, crunching of snow underfoot whether on a Sunny stroll in December or a brilliantly moonlit night in February...
the snow magically magnifying the moonlight...
and underneath, a Wood Frog 'dreams' of Spring.
A marker, those rocks, or directional clue in the woods. I once saw a similar arrangement in the sands of the desert in south Utah and wondered why and who . . . perhaps buried treasure?
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