It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. The crisp winter air is full of it.” – John Burroughs

The sound of the city, the siren, makes its presence known no matter how sacred the day – my garlands of glitter and pinecone offerings no match for the reality of modern day city living. It seems that life goes on, no matter what…

A recent note from the stone house that hides its true form (it’s a farm!) in its heart has me dreaming of the wild – I’m left wanting to fall asleep with the window open to the crisp air, the only light leaking in to be from the clear, bright stars above or the silver crescent of the winter moon. To hear the resident Screech owl and the haunting sound of yipping coyotes as they pass by sharing secrets beyond human ken but nevertheless reminding me of my true nature caged by cement and longing.

There is still beauty to be had here among the rain-washed buildings and bustling streets. In fact, only a week or two ago, another light snowfall fell making spirits bright, smiles were freely given and strangers found themselves becoming friends, bells could be heard ringing from the church downtown and with a hush in the air, magic came to lay down its shaggy head.

In between delicious bites of the season our long walks in the park have gifted us with the delicate beauty of a single white snowdrop nestled upon the dark soil of its own micro-climate. The sweet scent of green tickled our nostrils as we came across a patch of blooming heather, the tiny white flowers open to the warm sun on a day stolen from summer. Not too far away, the bright yellow of a brave dandelion waved hello beneath a small grove of bare trees.

No matter the weather, it’s the generous spirits and wild hearts that colour our days, ushering us into a brand new year full of possibility, life’s most exquisite gift to us, given freely after every trip around the sun!

The quiet beauty of a recent snowfall captured on a wander through Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).

It was a joy to crunch through the snow at the Rose Garden in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.) on that day stolen from summer.

Otherworldly shadows captured in the grove near the Pavilion in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).


About anotetohuguette

I'm currently blogging from the beautiful West Coast city of Vancouver, British Columbia - a vibrant city by the sea, surrounded by mountains and a very unique urban forest.
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39 Responses to Wintertide

  1. Where you find the endless magic of charismatic word links/chemistry I’ll never know! Thanks for sharing 🙂

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  2. michnavs says:

    I agree with trulyunplugged….how do you do that? ..the images and words you created and used are so magical that it literally made me see it through my own naked eye..there’s really magic in your words…and the photos…as always beautiful..

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  3. Shirley says:

    Great imagery here, living my winter through your words. Love the pics. Terry does a great job.
    Soon I shall be able to share the magic with you, as healing is closer. Love Mom

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    • Yes, pretty soon you’ll be putting your walker aside and heading out to experience your world once again! I’ve opened your bottle of dark red wine, it’s resting on the counter and it smells delicious…thank you for thinking of us!


  4. Rachel McKee says:

    Simply lovely, my friend.

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  5. markmkane says:

    The pictures are totally beautiful. Kimberlee, the way you described the winter scene is amazing. Every time I read your post describing the seasons and your surroundings, your words somehow entice my senses. I’m visually transported to another place, hearing the vibrant sounds, and even sometimes smelling the aromas of your experiences.

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    • My partner Terry takes the most amazing pictures…it’s a joy to wander through his images and choose the ones to grace these pages…some of mine periodically find their way here, too, but somehow his shots match the words I’ve penned! Thank you for these beautiful words…I’m forever blessed to have them here.


  6. Such a beautiful post. I have my first snowdrops flowering too. Happy days!

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  7. I just love your writing, Kim. This is truly magic.

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  9. Jolene says:

    I simply love the otherworldly shadows… it’s a beautiful capture. The words are wonderfully dreamy too and perfectly enlivens the winter mood. You have a lovely blog! 😊

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  10. Kimberlee, what a lovely piece of writing, just beautiful. It is the kind of writing that I personally love, because it comes from a sentient being that observes the world in its natural beauty, even cities can look magical through the eyes and heart of an artist who paints amazing images with words, as you do! Karen 🙂

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  11. Reblogged this on K. D. Dowdall and commented:
    Kimberlee writes with magic as she composes a visual beauty of the seasons with her words, even the smallest things in nature, come alive with her writing. Just beautiful.

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  12. This is a much-desired mental vacation! Thank you!

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  13. Love the photos, Kimberlee, and you really have an eye for sensory detail in your writing!

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  14. Beautiful thought and images that flow together in perfect harmony, Kimberlee! It reinforces the fact that we just need to open our eyes to the beauty all around us. x

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  15. Beautiful pictures, Kim, and such warm words of prose of a cool winter.
    “No matter the weather, it’s the generous spirits and wild hearts that colour our days” – loved this line. It is heartening that you can feel the warmth even on cold winter days.

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