Freezing rain in the city for a couple of days and now the trees are all ice covered. In the dim light of the cloudy days they look like beautifully made crystals. I look at them with the peace of mind knowing the bare branches are in their winter sleep and probably wouldn't feel the cold ice all over their skin. The same ice that has been a feast to my eyes past few days. The grass however is still green, but that too is covered in a layer of thin ice. It's like somebody has carefully laid a sheer fragile throw over them to protect them from the cold. This icy green is something i had never seen before.*-The title is inspired by Leva's Sunday pictures.
5 comments:
that was the sweetest post ever
Salam Jeerjeerak Jan:
How poetically you described your surroundings. Thank you.
Believe it or not, our nights get cold enough for us to see frost on the sidewalks and on the lawns early in the morning, too. Winter has its own beauty, too, you are right. I don't know whether I could survive the Illinois winters, though! I'll probably turn into an icicle firt and then break, I'm convinced. I put on socks, two sweaters, and a small blanket, just to keep sitting in "my corner" which as you know has my back to the glass sliding door. Stay warm and safe sweet Jeerjeerak! Drive carefully, and come over here and STAY first chance you get!
P.S. It's nice coming to read you and running into Mehran. I thought he was really busy with his finals!
سلام جیرجیرک.این جیرجیرک در این زمستان سرد و یخبندان اما زیبا چه می کند؟راستی آنها زمستانها کجا می روند؟بگذار یک واقعه خنده دار برایت تعریف کنم. خدا بیامرز دائی ام آدم خیلی شوخی بود.اواخر نابینا شده بود.شبی در مسجد نشسته بود و ملت دعای کمیل می خواندند ، در تابستان برخی مواقع آنقدر جیرجیرک زیاد میشد که واقعا قابل کنترل نبود مگر با بستن و کیپ کردن در.اواسط مجلس می خواست برود.دو دستش را به اطراف می کشید که عصا و کفش هایش را پیدا کند.هر دو دستش فرشی از جیرجیرک را لمس کرد.با صدای بلند گفت:لامصب مثه اینکه درخت توت را تکانیده اند.ملت هم زدند زیر خنده و مجلس بهم خورد.
دختر جان این چه اسمیست انتخاب کرده ای؟حیف از این همه افکار و احساسات لطیف و شاعرانه نیست؟خب.حالا که اصرار داری،عیبی نداره.ولی حداقل مثه جیرجیرک پر سر و صدا باش.هفته ای یک پست هم شد کار؟خرم باشی.
it was so poetical imagination and nice descriptions ,some times I miss the snow, I haven't see it for 3 years and I remember good old days and playing in snow. snow is one of the most beautiful things in world
bayram
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.
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