Bright Blue Sky and Yellow Orb

Brilliant sunshine at last!

Brilliant sunshine at last!

Can anyone tell me what that yellow orb in the bright blue sky is called? Ahhhhh…the sun!

Finally!

I took some photos this morning to celebrate spring in the south today. I know that it isn’t quite spring, and winter will probably blow its nose at us one more time this March, but it surely is nice to see the color of hope, today.

Cute cardinal.

Cute cardinal.

Daffodils

Daffodils

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Pretty pediment.

Pretty pediment.

House with Gambrel roof.

House with Gambrel roof.

Played with color using Photoshop Elements.

Played with color using Photoshop Elements.

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The Frozen Tundra and “The Midnight Sun”

A beautiful blue sky greets us this morning.

A beautiful blue sky greets us this morning.

You may remember a freaky The Twilight Zone episode called The Midnight Sun.

As the story begins, New York City artist, Norma of apartment 5A, wipes perspiration from her forehead as she adds detail to her painting of a huge sun in the backdrop of a city.

A flute plays an ominous low register of notes, lending eerie background music to the scene. There is a critical drinking water deficit, and a gas shortage plagues people who are trying to escape the city in droves. A family flees the apartment complex, leaving the perspiring Norma and her neighbor, Mrs. Bronson, all alone in the building.

The camera pans to an outdoor street that is empty except for deserted automobiles, trash, and an overturned child’s bike.

As Norma turns from the window, Bronson tells her, “There was a scientist on the radio this morning. He said it will get a lot hotter each day. Now that we’re moving so close to the sun. And that’s why we’re…” She trails off, and grasps the door frame for support, as the camera pans to that strange, little Twilight Zone narrator guy.

He says, “The word that Mrs. Bronson is unable to put into the hot, still, sodden air is doomed because the people that you’ve just seen have been handed a death sentence. One month ago the earth suddenly changed its elliptical orbit and in doing so began following a path which gradually, moment by moment, day by day took it closer to the sun…This is the eve of the end.”

It is 5 till midnight, and there is no longer any darkness. Because, gasp(!), it’s The Twilight Zone.

The intensity builds, and in typical TZ melodramatic fashion, Norma screams and faints. The next scene shows a blizzard, and Bronson is no longer fainted nor sweaty, but rushes to the sash to close the window against the frigid 10 degree air.

Bronson returns to Norma’s bedside where a doctor is in her attendance.

The doctor tells Bronson that he will no longer be back because he and his family are going to beat it out of there and go south.

In this reality, Bronson tells the doc, “There was a scientist on the radio this morning who was trying to explain what happened…”

Rather than the sun moving closer to the earth, it actually is moving further away. And soon there won’t be a sun. The world as they know it will freeze, and so is the irony of The Twilight Zone.

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The edge of our concrete drive.

The edge of our concrete drive.

This is how it has felt lately with our strange weather that has turned our wet yards into a virtual ice-skating rink.

I have never seen the like. Yesterday, Princess Buttercup was out walking around on the crunchy ground. What was strange, was the noise that our dogs’ feet made as they ran around the frozen tundra.

Friends are sending hilarious Facebook videos of people sledding down the highway, slick with a thick sheet of ice. School is cancelled for another day.

But if we get bored, we can always watch re-runs of The Twilight Zone.

http://www.tv.com/shows/the-twilight-zone/the-midnight-sun-12660/

I watch my husband's truck disappear over the icy hill as he heads for work.

I watch my husband’s truck disappear over the icy hill as he heads for work.

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Spike has fun, whatever he does.

Spike has fun, whatever he does.

Lovely ice lace.

Lovely ice lace.

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Not snow.

Not snow.

Take Time to Stop and Look at the Lemons

lemons1It was a cold, gray Sunday and another family joined ours to eat at a Mexican restaurant after church. Maybe the gray skies and the brown grass made me ultra-sensitive to color. Because when the server brought my usual choice of restaurant beverage–ice water with a lemon wedge–I couldn’t help but notice how my lemon looked so beautifully yellow like a summer sunshine.

I hate to get all philo on you, but it made me think that we should all take the time to stop and enjoy the natural beauty around us. Like the bright yellow that God painted the lemons.

Even the winter grays have such a presence about them, and I’m always admiring the negative space between the bare tree limbs where they meet the sky.

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Let it Snow…Please!

Ice in the woods this afternoon.

Ice in the woods this afternoon.

So while Boston is languishing under 7 feet of snow, we north Alabamians get another miss.  At least where my family lives.

Lefty, Princess Buttercup, and I hope for snow.  We dream of snow.  We do everything short of praying for snow.

Princess Buttercup’s school was out for President’s Day, yesterday.  Every hour or so, she would ask Lefty and me, “Do you think it may snow?  Just a little bit?”

We grew tired of reminding her that we really didn’t know, the forecasters didn’t really know, and a snowfall was simply tricky to predict for our part of the state.  A friend of ours, who finished school in meteorology, once told me that the conditions had to be “just right” for us to get snow.  Something about our altitude, the sunshine, and temperature.

Really, Lefty and I like snow, too.  There are lots of adults in our area who enjoy seeing it blanket the dormant, brown grass.  It is so beautiful in the woods.

Tonight, according to weather reports, we have another chance to get it.

We’re crossing our fingers.

You can see a little bit snow (of what little we got) in this creek.

You can see a little bit snow (of what little we got last night) in this creek.