Ice Glass

Wednesday, February 28, 2024

This dawn is lighter, and it’s cold outside with winds moving tree branches. “Oh, wind, If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” (As a note, I love Percy Bysshe Shelly’s poem “Ode to the West Wind;” but its famous line evokes ongoing curiosity about: How can spring be “far behind”?)

Consider that an introduction to the header photo. It’s one of my more artistic captures. “Ice Glass and Shadow on Ice Blanket.”

While treading on the icy ground near the barn, I managed to tip over a little bowl. Something fell out looking like a partial glass. Made of ice, fragile and pretty, evoking potential and my imagination. My favorite view is the glassy form and its shadow on icy ground.

Now, balancing things by shifting from poetry and art; here’s my little Mitzvah.

Mitzvah doubts she will dare to climb all those steps to the loft where I’m running the Singer. Ultimately, sorry she was stuck on the scary steps, I went down and lifted my wannabe shadow, and carried her up to hang out beside me.

So, those are early thoughts ranging from the rare to the mundane. That sort of thinking will continue all day for self-amusement while I’m at work.

Dear Friends: Oh, where is the coming spring! Diana