Golden Light

When was the last time we headed out for a walk together? It must be days. Come along and dress warmly. The sun is about to set. It's golden bright but the air is still bit nippy. Speaking of nippy, I have a tiny bottle of Fireball Whiskey tucked away in my pocket to keep us fortified. Just me know when you want a sip.

It looks like we have a straggler. The poor thing is slipping and sliding on the ice. Doesn't she realize she could just fly?

I noticed this branch earlier in the week. It's no thicker than my thumb but it's a lot fuzzier. It's fine hairs remind me of the velvet surface of deer's antlers. Notice the tiny bud waiting patiently for spring.

Now that the sun is low in the sky, it provides rich, golden hues as a backdrop. Soak in its warmth - or would you rather have a wee nip from the bottle? I thought as much.

That beautiful orb in the west sure looks lovely filtered through the trees. It transforms everything into gold.

It's been such a mild winter that last year's growth of many plants have not fully deteriorated. The fine tendrils of this vine still rests against the railing despite having lost all its leaves.

And here's a golden sprig of leaves. It's unclear to me whether they're just well-preserved from last year or actually sprouted, grew, and then frosted over during this warmer than usual winter. It doesn't seem likely as this is early March in Canada, for goodness sake. And yet if you look closely, some of the tiny leaves in the center appear fresh and green. What do you think?

Oh, you think you'd like another sip of Fireball? Sure thing. Let's head home where we can enjoy it over ice.

Don't look now but we're being followed.