WHITE WINTER SKY – Marilyn Armstrong The sky is as white as the snow. That was winter. Now, it’s just dull gray, day after day. With rain, with sleet, with ice. Warm enough so the fleas don’t die and the… Read More ›
Winter
WINTER YET TO COME – Rich Paschall
Winter In The Air, Rich Paschall It’s not in the air now. It was, but not now. Back in late October winter arrived before we could even rake up all the leaves. In fact, many of the trees still had… Read More ›
ICE ART – BY ELLIN CURLEY
We recently had an ice storm where I live, which knocked out our satellite dish and made the roads hazardous to drive on for a while. But the next day, the ice-covered trees and bushes around the house created a… Read More ›
BABY IT’S COLD OUTSIDE! – Marilyn Armstrong
Following the snow came the arctic blast from somewhere in the northwest. The sun was out when I got up, so it was a beautiful gleaming woods. The birds, for a change, had control of the feeders … but sneak… Read More ›
THE “OLD PERSON” WEATHER REPORT – Marilyn Armstrong
These days, watching television and seeing even the finest meteorologist give a forecast that is everything other than summer would be a lot funnier if it didn’t mean that climate change is hitting this area — New England — harder… Read More ›
ABOUT THOSE DOGS AND TREES – Garry Armstrong
Now that it has snowed, the mud that had almost become solid has turned back into gummy mud. With the best will in the world, this house will never be entirely clean. Too many dogs. Too many trees. Too many… Read More ›
WINTER’S BACK – BY ELLIN CURLEY
After last week’s big snow, my back and front yards looked like a lacy, white wonderland. So, from north-central Connecticut, more pieces of the same huge snowstorm!
MORE OF GARRY’S WORLD IN WHITE – Garry Armstrong
I took a lot of pictures and each day Marilyn processes a few. Then I post them. This is mostly Aldrich Street, down the road from the house — and then, our house. With bushels of snow. We’re expected warm… Read More ›
A TINY CHURCH – Marilyn Armstrong
It’s a tiny church hidden behind houses in Amherst. If you don’t know to look, you would never find it. About the size of my living room and dining room combined, the cross on top is a bit crooked. Such… Read More ›
IN THE WHITE OF THE WORLD – Garry Armstrong
Marilyn gave me her small Leica as a Christmas gift, but not before her getting a small pocketbook camera for herself. Is it a bit early? Absolutely. She never waits for the holiday. She knew I wanted it and now,… Read More ›
SQUIRREL ON A COLD, SNOWY DAY – Marilyn Armstrong
Just as I feel the birds need feeding — because when the weather is like this, they starve and freeze pretty fast — I know squirrels need to feed too. I’m doing a pretty good job at letting the squirrels… Read More ›
THE THREE SEASON YEAR – Marilyn Armstrong
We don’t get four seasons. We get three. Summer — hot, sticky, and buggy, but at least it’s warm. Okay, a lot of humidity, but you have to take the good with the bad. I had been hoping we’d more… Read More ›
