Clear and still. In the corner of what used to a lawn across from the springhouse, the limbs of a fallen tree shine white with frost.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Clear and still. In the corner of what used to a lawn across from the springhouse, the limbs of a fallen tree shine white with frost.
A coat of frost covers the front entrance-way and ramp. Only small puzzles of bird foot-prints disturb its pure white gaze.
what is a springhouse?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Springhouse
wikipedia always knows =)
Here’s a photo of ours, half obscured by cattails: http://www.flickr.com/photos/89056025@N00/240863985/
sweet =) our weather and the rarity of naturally flowing water
makes that a novel sight for a south australian =)
we have a creek across the road in the park which actually flows most of the year but the 40 temps mean any kind of house is probably hot =)
we do get frost in winter but not snow. it is interesting to learn about what is different. thanks for the picture.
Still grey, gentle. In spring, birds contest everything; top knot pigeons practice competitive folk dance, galahs celebrate dinner with a shout, honey eaters orbit the bottle brush and wagtails swing over the grasses. A first locust investigates my seedlings. Shy sunlight. A soft shadow falls over my hands; sifting grass roots for a new garden.
http://crankymango.blogspot.com/2011/12/sweet-noise.html
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