tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-343523992024-03-13T06:03:43.708-04:00The Quiet Country HouseThe Quiet Country HouseMarciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comBlogger975125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-60956818544061014642020-01-01T21:22:00.001-05:002020-01-01T23:23:23.673-05:00Happy New Year
It was a beautiful December,
which included many walks along the Lake Michigan shoreline.
In a pause between semesters, I found time to appreciate the serenity of nature.
I have a semester off this winter, and so hope to blog more often,
and to visit the blogging friends that I have missed in this busy season of my life.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wishMarciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-39378970088816283752019-10-27T21:13:00.002-04:002019-10-27T21:13:54.637-04:00Sunday Stroll - Lingering Autumn
It has been a long slow autumn here.
Leaves are clinging to the branches still,
the beautiful colors are lingering.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.
Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-80096270836741676402019-10-20T14:55:00.006-04:002019-10-20T14:55:43.890-04:00Sunday Stroll - Autumn’s Palette
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you comfort and joy.
Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-81156225454854579262019-10-06T20:37:00.005-04:002019-10-06T20:37:56.936-04:00Sunday Stroll -Walking in TownMarciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-44317918422743329962019-09-30T07:06:00.003-04:002019-09-30T07:09:58.091-04:00Sunday Stroll: Autumn Rising
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.
Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-38535659478074221512019-09-16T07:05:00.001-04:002019-09-16T07:05:05.024-04:00Sunday Stroll - A Foraging Adventure
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy.
Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-4572000403985226872019-09-02T12:06:00.001-04:002019-09-02T12:06:59.580-04:00Monday Muse - Patty Gyrdy
Haven’t posted in a very long time, but when my son shared this with me, I wanted to share it here. Summer is winding down as a new school year begins. Here in these northern hills, it is a silver day, full of rain and mist. And, wonderfully, it is Sweater Weather!
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy!
Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-38027708515827452992019-05-26T23:11:00.001-04:002019-05-26T23:11:11.165-04:00Sunday Stroll - Beauty of Spring
We were fortunate to have both
gray skies and blue this week,
Both sunshine and rain.
The flowers are bursting into bloom
And the earth is alive.
How beautiful is was to spend time in the garden
And on the wilder shores of nature as well,
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy.
Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-53495209108093903142019-05-19T15:49:00.001-04:002019-05-19T15:49:41.307-04:00Sunday Stroll - BeachcombingMarciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-27107031746783378852019-05-05T19:39:00.000-04:002019-05-05T19:39:05.084-04:00Sunday Stroll - Afternoon at the Shore
Down past the towering oaks and ancient cedars,
we approach the shore.
The song of the waves on the rocky shoreline welcomes us.
We walk slowly,
breathing in the beauty
a nearly perfect afternoon in early May.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.
Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-23588760166196138162019-04-28T20:50:00.002-04:002019-04-28T20:50:49.956-04:00Sunday Stroll - This & ThatMarciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-42611889585901926202019-04-21T20:57:00.003-04:002019-04-21T20:57:25.641-04:00Sunday Stroll - Evening Meditation
As the sun settles into the lake,
the colors and light,
the sound of the waves,
are a prayer that doesn't need any words.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.
Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-38421859484995674272019-04-17T05:00:00.000-04:002019-04-17T05:00:05.947-04:00Wordless Wednesday - Sunset at Lake Michigan BeachMarciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-36542691137933132019-04-14T17:01:00.002-04:002019-04-14T18:21:38.962-04:00Sunday Stroll - As a Storm Blows In
Despite a brisk wind,
gray skies,
and very cool temps,
this was a day for walking.
This was a day to notice
small bits of green emerging.
This was a day to listen
to the crunch of my feet on the gravel
in the alley ways in town,
while birds called
to one another
in the bare branches.
This was a day to walk beside the river,
on the way to a cafe in town.
Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-1085667509987854292019-04-10T20:33:00.001-04:002019-04-10T20:33:26.371-04:00Wordless Wednesday - Early Morning QuietMarciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-64043891777212957892019-04-07T17:14:00.002-04:002019-04-07T17:14:30.354-04:00Sunday Stroll - Shoreline in early April
The shoreline in early April tells the tale
of a turbulent winter,
full of wind and snow and ice.
On this 65 degree (F) day,
I walk along the ridges of ice,
and over the rocks the winter has piled on the shore,
and listen to the dripping of the slow spring melt.
A few hundred feet away,
over the open water,
a bird circles.
Once every Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-90138747495079412752019-03-31T10:37:00.005-04:002019-03-31T10:37:51.652-04:00Sunday Stroll -Never Turn Down a Walk
Spring is opening slowly
here in the north woods.
Pale shades of green
are pushing up through the snow,
and blooming through the
gray-brown bark of the
slowly waking trees.
I almost opted out of this walk.
The temperature was barely above freezing.
The wind was fierce.
However, I am trying to adopt a new motto,
inspired by Micah, Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-57336015274219281602019-03-24T19:21:00.001-04:002019-03-24T19:21:29.806-04:00Sunday Stroll - A Blessing of Trees
Weekends at the farm offer time
for contemplation,
for sitting a while
in familiar places,
for walking slowly and looking down,
For noticing what is small and quiet,
and for breathing beneath the bright, expansive sky.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.
Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-15069512406145517962019-03-17T19:11:00.002-04:002019-03-17T19:11:36.019-04:00Sunday Stroll - Last weekend of Winter
We spent a lot of time outdoors
on this last weekend of winter.
We lingered on the shoreline,
while cold wind bent the wild beach grass.
We ventured into the deep quiet
at the heart of the winter woods.
Today,
the blue sky beckoned,
hinting of the season
just around the bend.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-78830584494512961972019-03-10T21:35:00.002-04:002019-03-10T21:35:49.394-04:00Sunday Stroll - Late Winter
We wake to brilliant light,
glinting off clean expanses of snow,
in these days of late winter.
There is beauty everywhere
on the walk down to the river.
After a hike that was slightly more strenuous than expected,
my son and I warmed up with coffee and crepes
at a little cafe in town.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather,
I Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-43003541260296078432019-03-03T17:31:00.003-05:002019-03-03T17:31:55.658-05:00Sunday Stroll - Shadows and Light
The days of early March,
have carried in
blue skies and sunshine.
The air is very cold
and the snow beneath our feet is crisp and clean.
The quiet winter afternoon
is serene and beautiful.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy.
Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-33795916512657699832019-02-10T21:29:00.000-05:002019-02-10T21:29:15.602-05:00Sunday Stroll - In the Winter Wood
In the winter woods,
there is a quiet stillness.
Our feet crunch through the icy snow,
and the heavy branches
reach down to greet us as we walk.
Everything rests.
The meadows sleep,
beneath blankets of snow.
We walk together,
barely speaking,
letting our pace be slowed,
by the winter wood.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather,Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-21801473373478424232019-02-03T19:06:00.003-05:002019-02-03T19:06:27.563-05:00Sunday Stroll - Slow Living
Will you walk with me on the quiet streets
of this sleepy town
on a foggy February afternoon?
We will see the colors and textures
of the winter,
all around us.
We will hear the cold rain fall
and feel the snow turn to slush
beneath our carefull steps.
Above us,
everything stretches
toward the sky.
And down below
we lean into spring
though it isMarciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-44404022083339236772019-01-27T13:07:00.001-05:002019-01-27T13:07:46.936-05:00Sunday Stroll: Contrasts
My son and I are staying in town,
where we can walk to school
and the beach
and the library
and market
when it isn’t “ten below.”
On the weekends,
I head out to the farm
for a little while
so I can run with the wolves...
or the husky,
as the case may be.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.
Marciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-21207472488598508142019-01-20T13:56:00.002-05:002019-01-20T13:58:04.849-05:00Sunday Stroll: Happy Trails
Winter blooms
The luminous moon rises.
Light falls in the west,
but still we run.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you happy trails.
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