This past week I headed south to the Kansas City area to spend Thanksgiving with my family. I left the Twin Cities with two inches of snow on the ground and a temperature of about 24 degrees. After an hour or so the sun broke through the clouds and I found myself looking repeatedly at the landscape and trying to understand what I was seeing. With the low angle of the sun and some of the distant dark clouds the trees seem to take on a white appearance. I knew it wasn’t snow and yet it seemed that it was too late in the day for frost. After about 30 minutes of craning my neck from side to side I pulled off the interstate to look more closely. As I got out of my car I realized there was a thick layer of hoarfrost coating the trees and other plants. It was beautiful the way the sun was glistening off the frost. I was in the farmlands of southern Minnesota and the browns of the fields and the golden grasses all made a wonderful contrast to the sparkling frost. Within about 30 minutes the sun disappeared, the winds picked up, and the beauty that I had stopped to appreciate was gone. This was my start to a week of thankfulness: for nature’s moments that are given if we only stop to notice, for health that we too often take for granted, for family and for friends, both near and far.
wonderful.beautiful. and it is true that nature offers peace and love once we are prepared to stop and wait. 🙂
thanks for the comment. It’s the initial stopping that’s often the hardest, and then you’re always glad you did.
Thank you for your sharing. Mother has many gifts for us to enjoy.
I read something the other day: “What if tomorrow when you wake up you have only those things for which you were grateful today?”
I’m grateful for your eyes and your skill in letting us see through them . . .
Wonderful quote Margaret, and something we should all remember. I’m glad you enjoy the photos and blog entries. Thanks!
Very nice Linda!
Very cool–So glad you stopped,,,