I remember on a cold January morning walking around my favorite Cranbery Boggs, the wind had a certain almost frosty chill that left a crystalized translucent glass like ice around the edge of the water, partially frozen sphagum moss, cranberry and a crooked, tiny, lone Red Maple struggling to compete with its neighbors. The echoing sound of a Snow Goose lingers through the heavy Pine laden low area adjacent to the waters edge. I close one eye and see spiraling seeds from a weary Canada thistle resting in a brown slumber of winter dreams. Seeds blowing to catch on the wet trailside to produce life for a future view. Peace on earth Happy 2015
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 23:15:58 +0000
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