Wildflowers in Winter
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll
Today I was homesick for the wildflowers. My weather app said it was 7 degrees and had a “feels like” temp of -8.
I went to them anyway dressed in layers and my heavy boots like the little girl I was way back when.
My footsteps mingled with those left by a deer, and I liked the sharing of a place with a wild one.
It was around 3 PM, and the sun was low in the sky. I wondered if I was going to miss the radiance. I didn’t!
And these snow-capped beauties.
One looked like a Dairy Queen treat.
At one point, I was so cold. My face hurt, and my hands ached the way they did when I was a kid, and I mostly liked that — all the remembering and emotions.
When the wind blew a frigid blast, I stepped into the branches of the pine trees and discovered why the birds and rabbits go there – it’s quieter among the boughs, and the wind is less fierce.
When my camera made a funny noise as if complaining about the cold, I headed inside to the man I love, the welcome of Sophie & Tucker’s wagging tails, and a cup of Earl Gray tea.
As I write this, dusk is rapidly fading into night the way it does this time of year. It’s one of those things I sometimes grumble about, but right now, I love that it is part of the beauty of today. And because of God’s tender grace on my spirit, for now, I am grateful for the season as it is not the way I sometimes wish it would be. I do hope that when my grumbling returns, I will remember this moment and be thankful again.
Until Next Time,
Joy
Thank you for sharing these beautiful pictures and thoughts Joy. You always seem to be able to capture their images so beautifully and write about them just as wonderfully. I so appreciate you and your talents.
Thank you for that lovely reminder of what’s good in the world. Even though I dislike being cold, you reminded me that without the bad, there’s no way to recognize how good the good can be.
Dear Joy,
I’m always grateful for the reminder that every part of God’s nature is part of His plan. My thoughts and prayers are with you as you continue to follow him through your valley. His blessings to you and all you love this Christmas and always.
Jeanie