I can still hear Mom say how much she liked “an ‘ole grey day.’ The adage ‘apples fall from apple trees’ rings true in this regard. I enjoy an ole grey day as much as Mom did.

The past two days have been quite wintery, snowy and rainy. Sitting by the fire is as good as it gets on days like these.

The day itself calls for stillness and quietness. Do not make loud noises in my house on an ‘ole grey day, unless life or limb is not important to you. Just ask my husband of forty-plus something years. Even Jeffy, our parakeet is quiet.

As we walked through the dark woods I noticed even the birds were quiet. All we heard were the crackling of leaves underfoot, and the dogs as they ran past us hot on the scent of who-knows-what.

Another type of day I like happens everyday, and that is twilight. Just when lights of houses and barns and cities start to shine and herald in the coming of nightfall. That lovely transition of daylight into evening-tide.

Mom used to also say there were advantages to old age. She has been gone a decade now, and now I am one of the older folk. So having the time to really enjoy an ‘ole grey day, as well as the evening light are surely an advantage to old age.

Do you agree, all you dear older readers?

I would like to share, through my photos, what I am trying to convey in words. They will probably tell a better story.