Category: Winter

Trees

tree farm
young trees grow
alongside the old

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sun reaches trees
also old pine wood
in the house

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This poem is from May 13, 2013:

nothing could be
more beautiful
than the trees
and their new leaves
beginning
except for when
they are in full
summer green
and then turn
their autumn colors
and then are their
wise winter selves
waiting for spring
again

pear-tree

The pear tree is courtesy of Reusable Art.

Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.

Summer and Winter

The day is thine, the night also is thine:
thou hast prepared the light and the sun.
Thou hast set all the borders of the earth:
thou hast made summer and winter.

Psalm 74: 16-17 (KJV)

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Queen Anne’s Lace
Sheboygan Interurban Trail
July 27, 2018
Photos by Karl

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Cedar Tree

Garden Journal
Winter 2017
Ellen Grace Olinger

Goodwill, Books, and Photos

We went to the Goodwill thrift store in Sheboygan yesterday (on Greenwing Drive).  I bought a book.  I love seeing books for sale in so many places.  This year or next, I plan to look through my books and see what I may be able to donate.  Our summers are short.  When we moved here, a neighbor said, “You learn to save some things for winter.”

Last year, we gave gift copies of Quiet Christmas Poetry to staff at thrift stores.

These are more of Karl’s photos from the Greenwing Drive retention ponds.

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broccoli for lunch

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broccoli for lunch
in bright winter sun
days grow longer

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Poem from my February archives:

Spring will return
here and there
and then I’ll say,
“When did this happen?”
Today, though, I rest
in longer light
on evergreens
in a tiny bit of wind

Ellen Grace Olinger

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Winter

Winter is colder this year, though yesterday was warmer with sun.  The days are longer, and the light is different.

We had some errands yesterday, and we went to First Watch in Mequon for a meal.  Karl went to First Watch in Florida with his mother.  We remembered our mothers.

On my way to the Milwaukee area every weekend for years, to be with my mother and help manage her home and care, I sometimes stopped at bookstores that are no longer there.   I felt loss.  Spring has arrived many times since then.

Winter is a part of Spring’s birth for me.

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