Posts Tagged ‘winter’

I just got home late last night from a week of skiing with NEHSA (New England Healing Sports Association).

This was the first sports clinic that I have been too and I now realize how much fun I have missed for the past 20 years.

This particular clinic was held at Mount Sunapee, New Hampshire. I cannot say enough good about the organization, the location and the Veteran’s Administration for putting on such an event.

The skiing was SO much fun! But the bonus for me was meeting so many great participants and volunteers to make the week a huge success.

A special thanks to my ski instructors, Mark and Kevin! They were phenomenal to work with and get to know. And to Ken who joined in with our group and let us use his Go-Pro to capture one of my “finest” moments! lol

The plaque on the trophy that I was awarded says it all! And here is a link to a video to show my comedic moment. Skiing 




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flowerWendy and I were going into one of our favorite restaurants a couple of days ago when I saw this lonely Blue Bell flower pushing its way up through a blanket of autumn leaves. There was nothing spectacular about it other than it catching my attention. One last attempt of summer holding on. It has be 17 years since we have lived back in Maine. We are seeing everyone hunkering down and getting ready for the long Maine winter. Wood being piled high for the wood stoves, the smell of smoke caressing the air as it drifts from the many chimneys, leaves being raked and shovels on the ready. Life here continues despite the cold winds blowing and snow piling high. My feelings about all of this…I’m looking forward to it. There is a simplicity to life that winter forces upon us. The Blue Bells will return, but for now, autumn is upon us with the hint of winter not far behind. A natural time to sit by the fire and finish the book that has patiently been waiting on my nightstand. My favorite coffee cup and I are looking forward to it.

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One of my favorite poets. I hope you enjoy one of my favorite things, and that each and every one of you have a blessed Christmas.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost 1874-1963

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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