There is a
certain beauty and peacefulness coming from a freshly-fallen blanket of snow.
Nature is quiet, the silence is almost deafening. All senses are alive. The air
is fresh and crisp. Three Canada geese just flew over, not sure where they can
hide from this cold. My eyes are squinting to deflect the snowy-white glare.
The sun is hiding behind a thick blanket of grey, but there is an iridescence of
yellow escaping here and there through the clouds.
Tree
branches are covered in powdery snow, giants reaching their arms to the sky. Deer
tracks are leading around the house - their nightly incursions into my flower
garden. There are some azaleas left with green leaves; judging by the tracks
left in the snow, the deer were brazen enough to come close to my front
windows, looking for something to munch on.
The bird bath
is frozen with a thick coat of ice. A red cardinal, like a fresh splotch of
blood, rests on the metal ledge, painting the pristine whiteness. One solitaire
evergreen tree breaks the whiteness. I step onto the snow and am surprised that
there is a crunching layer of ice underneath. I want to walk to the forest to
take a few pictures. There is so much amazing beauty surrounding me in the
dormant landscape! God’s palette is rich with hues of white, brown, dark green,
grey, yellow, and blue.
I walk
through the semi-frozen ground with care. I am not sure what hides beneath my
feet. I leave behind icy tracks. It will be easy to follow my way back. The
water’s edge is frozen and cracked underneath in a spidery pattern of blue and
white. The water current seems to be running swiftly through the middle. It has
not been hard cold enough during the night to freeze everything. But there is no sign of wildlife floating or
feeding anywhere near the shore. Where did they seek shelter?
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