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,