Monday, April 14, 2014
dogwoods wash the mountains
with snow; a cold snap.
The bluebirds give a cantata,
trillium dance in pink slippers
among the fern; a cold snap.
Lambs frolic in verdant pastures,
jonquils dot the banks
of Hyatt Mill Creek; a cold snap.
Butterflies sip nectar
from blankets of purple phlox,
fragrance wafts on a chilled breeze.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
Granny Trese Shook Lee said when the dogwood trees bloom and we have a cold snap, that it's "Dogwood Winter."
The old-timers had names for these cold spells that came in spring. "Blackberry Winter" will come when the blackberries bloom.
I wish my blogger friends a very Happy Easter!
Perhaps people in the direct path of the Monday, August 21, 2017 total solar eclipse should get out their pots and pans. According to folk...
The Blue Ridge Mountains unfurl royal blue ribbons, ancient; carved from granite; patchwork farms dot the cove. Cornfields sway like ...
Brenda Kay Ledford's story, "Angels Over Iraq," was published in The Best Angel Stories 2016 by Guideposts Organization. Th...
"A Poppy for Mother" Karen Ponischil; Charlotte, NC The Sacred Threads Travel Exhibit was displayed at the...