Meredith

Daydreamy mystic, word magician, nature goddess, stumbling domestic, library director, organic gardener, knitter, photographer, all 'round creative mess.

[Meredith @earthenchanted]

Just outside the library today: the first jonquil of 2014!

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The windows are open. Spring is drifting in...

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Winter-bleached fields and the exposed bones of trees on the horizon. Children in bright coats laugh & play under a stark, colorless sky.

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Deep underneath this bitter cold, new green life is getting ready to be born. I can feel it.

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Welcome, new day. #nofilter

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Bluebird like a dancing jewel in the frozen winterbrown forest at dawn. Every day has beauty & magic in it. Sometimes you spot it early.

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Over and over, I wonder how the birds are able to find anything to eat in fields of bleached, parched grass. Abundance hidden in plain view.

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Yes, this cold seeps into my bones & under my doors and window sashes. But somehow it has also brightened the starlight...

[Dr. SunWolf ☀️🐺 @WordWhispers]

Happily ever after always depends
on where you choose
to end the story.

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Huge flocks of robins took up residence in our neighborhood overnight, hundreds of voices sending 2013 out on a wave of ecstatic song.

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@2old2tap Thank you, Renee. :)

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Solstice sky. For a 3D experience add blustery winds, woodsmoke, & the crisp sounds of dry leaves on the move.

[Dr. SunWolf ☀️🐺 @WordWhispers]

Booklovers, consider your varied and delightful rights:

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I didn't realize the birds had planned to open an indie music festival in the old oak tree this morning. Admission is free, like Woodstock.

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@LaMegaVere Thanks, Megan. Happy Holidays & all the joy in the world to you & yours! :)

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To the wild vine who climbed our porch, holding your last golden leaves for so long: Thank you.

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Came home complaining. Then -- bluejay among the asters. Yellow leaves drifting down, down. Deer at the treeline with her serene black gaze.

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Apparently my warm, comfortable home is a treasure drawn in invisible ink, suddenly revealed to me when night temps drop about 20 degrees.

[Lynn Mckinley @tpneverout]

The earth has music for those who listen. ― George Santayana

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Cold autumn breezes sprinkled with a shimmer of sunkissed, multicolored leaf-fall -- found in the Food for Poets recipe book.