Friday, January 7, 2011


I think of months as if they’re long, as if it’ll be more than a pile of short week upon short week until the fog seeps from the orchards, replaced by buds, blossoms, fruit.


  1. That third picture is magic. xox

  2. That middle picture has some bright blue, there, on my screen. But lovely. And a lovely thought, too.

  3. I love the mist creeping in and the realization that it all moves so fast. We must savor it x

  4. Thanks, Bloggle partner. ;-)

    Hi Laura! That blue is actually on the tree--they paint various signs and numbers and things on them...I guess so they can keep track of each one. Not sure what the blue means (but yeah, it's a little intense on the screen).

    And Kerri! Welcome, and thanks!