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Farewell to February, with its' paper lace, hearts and best chances of snow on the rabbit patch.
Farewell to February, with its' paper lace, hearts and best chances of snow on the rabbit patch.
 
Farewell to February, with its' paper lace, hearts and best chances of snow on the rabbit patch.
Farewell to February, with its' paper lace, hearts and best chances of snow on the rabbit patch.
 
The sun has not risen over the barn just yet. At this particular moment, the first rays of light, make the barn look as holy as any church.
The sun has not risen over the barn just yet. At this particular moment, the first rays of light, make the barn look as holy as any church.
 
As soon as the world starts getting light, birds begin singing. It was not this way just a few weeks ago.
As soon as the world starts getting light, birds begin singing. It was not this way just a few weeks ago.
 
My drive home from work, takes me by quiet pastures and large expanses of fields. Parts of the trek is wooded and there is a little bridge with a curve just beyond it.
My drive home from work, takes me by quiet pastures and large expanses of fields. Parts of the trek is wooded and there is a little bridge with a curve just beyond it.
 
Sunday is fading fast. The shadows made by evening light are falling in their familiar places.
Sunday is fading fast. The shadows made by evening light are falling in their familiar places.
 
Sunday is fading fast. The shadows made by evening light are falling in their familiar places.
Sunday is fading fast. The shadows made by evening light are falling in their familiar places.
 
I like Saturday mornings. I watch the sunrise, without a sense of urgency.
I like Saturday mornings. I watch the sunrise, without a sense of urgency.
 
Valentines day, at the rabbit patch, has been going on for a while now.
Valentines day, at the rabbit patch, has been going on for a while now.
 
It is after Sunday dinner now, and I have noticed a new habit of mine. I like to write in the hours, after the gathering around the table.
It is after Sunday dinner now, and I have noticed a new habit of mine. I like to write in the hours, after the gathering around the table.
 
I saw when the light came to the world this morning. Just now, the sun is rising behind the woods.
I saw when the light came to the world this morning. Just now, the sun is rising behind the woods.
 
I will not continue to scold the daffodils, nor the foxglove and lilies.
I will not continue to scold the daffodils, nor the foxglove and lilies.
 
Jo Dee is one of my dearest friends. She is dependable, trust-worthy and does not mind my flaws-She is also a good cook.
Jo Dee is one of my dearest friends. She is dependable, trust-worthy and does not mind my flaws-She is also a good cook.
 
February will decide the fate of the daffodils and everything else that blooms in early spring.
February will decide the fate of the daffodils and everything else that blooms in early spring.
 
I drive to work as the sun is coming up. I declare that the sun rising over a field of winter wheat is as beautiful as anything. Usually, the wheat fields are edged with woodland trees.
I drive to work as the sun is coming up. I declare that the sun rising over a field of winter wheat is as beautiful as anything. Usually, the wheat fields are edged with woodland trees.
 
January is more like itself today. There is a cold wind blowing, pruning the winter trees and warning the daffodils all in one breath.
January is more like itself today. There is a cold wind blowing, pruning the winter trees and warning the daffodils all in one breath.
 
I woke up before light, this last Sunday in January. The winter morning was cold and dark.
I woke up before light, this last Sunday in January. The winter morning was cold and dark.
 
Lately, the days have been mild and more like April than January. The snow and ice, a few weeks ago have been about the only reason to have a "winter coat" so far.
Lately, the days have been mild and more like April than January. The snow and ice, a few weeks ago have been about the only reason to have a "winter coat" so far.
 
The cover of this book is quite appropriate for what lies inside. Chasing Jubal, by Bill Thompson is a story about the journey of Jubal Simpson, a young boy growing up in the rural south, in the 1950s.
The cover of this book is quite appropriate for what lies inside. Chasing Jubal, by Bill Thompson is a story about the journey of Jubal Simpson, a young boy growing up in the rural south, in the 1950s.
 
All of those years of experience allow me to pick a cabbage quickly and I am glad of it.
All of those years of experience allow me to pick a cabbage quickly and I am glad of it.
 
The rabbit patch has been full of shine, these last few days. Rain, and its' cousin fog, seemed to have "hightailed" it off the territory and in its' place has been bright sunlight.
The rabbit patch has been full of shine, these last few days. Rain, and its' cousin fog, seemed to have "hightailed" it off the territory and in its' place has been bright sunlight.
 
My great Aunt Agnes could play the piano like she was born to do so. It seemed as natural to her as breathing.
My great Aunt Agnes could play the piano like she was born to do so. It seemed as natural to her as breathing.
 
This week began with snow and ice at the rabbit patch. The wind caused quite a commotion with its' chilling gales.
This week began with snow and ice at the rabbit patch. The wind caused quite a commotion with its' chilling gales.
 
My affair with snow is quickly on the decline. The snow that lingers around the barns, and under the pines is hardly snow at all anymore.
My affair with snow is quickly on the decline. The snow that lingers around the barns, and under the pines is hardly snow at all anymore.
 
I am a long time admirer of "morning shine", and never so more than now, when it falls on a field of snow.
I am a long time admirer of "morning shine", and never so more than now, when it falls on a field of snow.
 
This is the coldest morning of the year-the coldest morning in many years, actually.
This is the coldest morning of the year-the coldest morning in many years, actually.
 
I have spent the last several days waiting to watch the woods at the rabbit patch, "fill up with snow."
I have spent the last several days waiting to watch the woods at the rabbit patch, "fill up with snow."
 
I returned to the rabbit patch from Elizabeth City and found things in good order.
I returned to the rabbit patch from Elizabeth City and found things in good order.
 
I woke yesterday morning to the sound of a steady rain falling over the rabbit patch.
I woke yesterday morning to the sound of a steady rain falling over the rabbit patch.
 
The first day of the New Year is a cold and rainy event in Elizabeth City. The little town is quiet this morning-as far as I know, I could be the only one awake from the looks around.
The first day of the New Year is a cold and rainy event in Elizabeth City. The little town is quiet this morning-as far as I know, I could be the only one awake from the looks around.
 
The weather at the rabbit patch is mild, though it is early winter. Today, I have a few windows up.
The weather at the rabbit patch is mild, though it is early winter. Today, I have a few windows up.
 
In late December and in the absence of Christmas, the rabbit patch is most quiet. The children went home yesterday. When the back door shut, I started missing them.
In late December and in the absence of Christmas, the rabbit patch is most quiet. The children went home yesterday. When the back door shut, I started missing them.
 
It is that time, when bells are ringing and children are singing. It is the Christmas season, the most wonderful time of the year, many say.
It is that time, when bells are ringing and children are singing. It is the Christmas season, the most wonderful time of the year, many say.
 
December has come-with its' shining lights and sugar cookies. I love December with all its' lovely details. For me, December is a happy month and a holy time.
December has come-with its' shining lights and sugar cookies. I love December with all its' lovely details. For me, December is a happy month and a holy time.
 
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