Tag: sunset

• The bees are alive, and beating the cold back with a stick.

  I know that the cold (we are below freezing for a while now: 3F (-17C) this morning) might try and make us feel bleak.  Pulling at the loose threads of our cardi’s trying to unravel us.  Butting heads with our warm outlooks. But look what we can do in the cold. Pasture-raised chicken on the…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  January 22, 2014

  Farming, homesteading, Life, Photography

  bee hives in winter, beer, bees, cabbage, cold, humour, pasture raised chicken, snow, sunset

• A Cold Beauty is it’s own Consolation

  When I wake up in the cold mornings, with the howling skies and the winds so sharp and clear they cut your teeth.  The ground is hard as pure hate. The ice lurking dark and deep under the snow. I cannot believe that there will ever again be a morning when I sit getly on…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  January 20, 2014

  Farming, homesteading, Humour, Life, Photography

  farming, sheep, snow sunrise, sunset

• Sundogs – like bookends for a frozen day.

  Yesterday was officially freezing.  Real freezing cold. Not that fake cold when your dressing gown is in the dryer and you have to run to the toilet in your nightie and the toilet seat is cold and you shiver and say God that is cold. No, this was real cold. Razer cold that shaves at…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  January 7, 2014

  Farming, homesteading, Life, Photography

  Barn, celi, chickens, farm photography, farming, farming in the cold, sun dogs, sundogs, sunrise, sunset, The kitchen’s garden

• How wonderful ..

  The first day of 2014. I have a good feeling. The sun rose white and cold into the blue sky on the last day of 2013. There was even a little snow. I still love snow.   I hope I don’t jinx it but things have been quietly, quiet and deeply, blissfully uneventful around here…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  January 1, 2014

  Farming, homesteading, Life, Photography

  farming in the snow, ice in the trees, sunrise, sunset

• Kupa shows his bad side.

  All my city clothes were peeled off, stepped out of, abandoned and dropped in snail heaps on the bedroom floor as I morphed back into miss c. I will pick them all up later I promise but I was late for chores and everyone was calling. They knew they could use my guilt about being…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  February 17, 2013

  Farming, Life, Photography

  farm life, homesteading, kittens, peacock, sunset