Quotes from Terri Guillemets

Weekend — the frosting on the cupcake of the week.

WEEKEND. — Light at the end of the tunnel. Extra sleep. Extra fun. Sanity break!

When a fresh springtime breeze embraces you — fling your arms wide open and hug it right back!

Rain and wind speak more than just water and air— Rain patters hope Wind whispers let go...

Wind tries to show Tree how to run wild. Tree: "I cannot leave this place." Wind: "Then let's dance."

Beer is liquid frivolity Wine, scarlet truth

There are spunky little angels at the top of a bottle of wine and fearless little devils at the bottom.

A vineyard is planted poetry.

Wine is liquid stardust.

Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless.

Winter is a lean, scrappy fighter. Spring blossoms from the sweat of Winter's brow.

icicles are daggers of beauty thrown by winter's sunshine breath

Winter starves our bellies but nourishes our souls.

The last faded autumn leaflet hangs from a frozen branch, just a short fall from the tree to winter.

moonlit winter trees bare branches paint gray shadows ghostly risen roots

If winter wrote an autobiography, it would be mostly about the spring.

hiding in my winter cocoon not coming out again until June

Winter is the slow-down Winter is the search for self Winter gives the silence we need to listen Winter goes gray so we can see our own colors...

It's peeking round the corner Playing hide and seek I see its icy fingers A frost'd rosy cheek — Days fall ever shorter Autumn's air is chilling Warmth no longer lingers Wild things are stilling

I hide myself in the quiet white of winter and nestle in her comforting folds of cold oblivion

Icicles: fossilized raindrops.

The earth tucked herself in for the year with winter's frosty white blanket of snow.

I am grateful for the silence of winter mornings, for the beauty and wonder of the glint of sunlight in frost melting to dew, for the early-riser's peaceful solitude that sets a mood of thankfulness, hope, and calm for the dawning day.

Winter is simple no clutter, no color a blanket of snow reminds us to rest