I have always loved Winter.
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The Seasons roll around. I’m thinking here of Spring - with all its promise, wonder and glory.
Original Music: Pensée - Laurie Barber
Tóchar Studios - Toronto, Canada
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The Seasons come and go. Christmas is past. We lean into a New Year.
For those of us where the weather can be cold and intemperate, there is still much to love, much to do...
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The seasons come 'round and Winter crowds in to take its share of the year. it's an awesome time, with both beauty and challenge.
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So quickly, the days of Summer speed by. And then it’s over. And then it’s Autumn.
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I love all of the Seasons, though as I age and my Raynaud's Syndrome progresses, my appreciation for the colder weather wanes.
I love Spring the most, je pense.
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A new year lies at our feet. And what will it bring?
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The Gate of the Year
Ah yes, - The Gate of the Year. It seems like another year is about to dawn upon us. A brand new year. And all of us wonder what it will bring.
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We wake, staying over at friends, and the day is heavy with falling snow. The large, slowly falling flakes flicker and shift and gently touch the ground. There is no wind.
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So, we're past 'frost on the pumpkins' and moving right on to snow on the apples. I hate it when autumn's splendour goes, though I love (in another overall sense) the passing of the Seasons.
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Advent is a Season of waiting. Christians begin a new wait (not a wake, though we should come awake) each year, as the Christian Calendar commences it's own season passings.
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The cold of winter comes to us and each year we are shocked just a little.
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I Love This Time of Year !!!I love the colours of Autumn; I hate the fact that they fall and disappear. I can get depressed in November, when the colour's gone and it's not yet Christmas.
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I love all of the Seasons, but I'm never all that thrilled to see Summer go. With my Raynaud's Phenomenon, much of my outside Winter activities are limited.
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See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come;
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I know Winter's coming, but I'm in denial.
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There's nothing like a really cold day in Ontario, Canada. I love the Seasons - love to see them come and love to see them go.
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So, when raking my leaves it feels like I've been learning the meaning of the word ‘eternity.
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Ornamental clock, in Missisauga, Ontario garden centre.
Time, like an ever rolling stream, bears all her sons away . . .
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Reflections of the Trent-Severn waterway in Ontario.
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I love the Seasons. I love the Snow - looking at it that is, before its beauty fades, the whiteness turns to black, the magic pristine crystals slush.
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Limitations of the Linear
I am quite a lateral thinker, though I can at times think, plan and act in a straight line, if that's called for.
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Harvest scene in Prince Edward Island, not far from the Confederation Bridge.
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Taken near Collingwood, Ontario, the colours of Autumn fade as leaves fall and soon give way to the basic white and black of Winter.
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I love this picture by Arthur J. Eisley, 1860-1952 (as I love all paintings that tell a story, that suggest and probe); not sure why. Perhaps the early snowfall that year made me think of it.
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