Let the day end as at began…

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If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, “thank you,” that would suffice.
Meister Eckhart

The day started very early. Before the sun was up, we headed to the airport to send off our Johnnie on a bit of an adventure. It was an easy drive despite the snow, only wet pavement with a salty road spray.

Around every turn was another vista of frosted trees and shrubs. In a magical, quiet way, the overnight snowfall sculpted the highway into something softer, a more ethereal version of an interstate.

On the way back into our neighborhood, I took a few pictures. Then a few more around our back yard. And all I could do was say, “Thank you, Lord.”

It was a long day. Lots of little issues, big problems, and heartfelt prayers. A hard day. But a good day. Let the day end as it began… where all I can say is, “Thank you, Lord.”

Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.  I Thessalonians 5:15-18

After the storm

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In case you hadn’t heard, it snowed. It snowed A LOT. For about 36 hours, we watched the piles grow taller and taller. It was beautiful.

After about 16 hours of shoveling, first the driveway and then the leavings from the snow plow, we were back to a regular schedule. But life, for just a day or two, was artfully interrupted.



God makes all things new

This morning was the first real snow of the season. I know those of you who live in REAL snow country are chuckling. Us MidAtlantic types really don’t get much snow accumulating. We just don’t. This first round of precipitation was a lovely dusting of snow flurries, just as church finished up this morning.

I took a few pictures of the frosted shrubs and plantings. It barely counted as a “real” snowfall. Just enough to be pretty. Just enough to make everything fresh and new. Just enough to change the commonplace into something miraculous.

How you feel about snow depends a lot on your perspective, and whether or not you need to drive very far. Since it’s a holiday weekend, the traffic home from church was very light. I have an afternoon of reading, football and knitting. (Not all at the same time!) So I have the luxury of watching and enjoying this first snowfall.

Here’s a few more photos to enjoy from the warmth of your sofa.

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Fragile Beauty

Our world was iced over this morning. The patio and steps (made of slate) were slippery and very difficult to walk on safely. But as the temperature rose, the ice layers melted. I stepped out to take some pictures and reflect.

So much of what we think of as “beauty” is such a fleeting thing: the roses in my garden, the leaves in their brilliant glory in autumn, the fluffy, giant snowflakes of an East coast winter storm… they all quickly end.

So I celebrate the glories of even an ice storm, of rain transformed by air temperatures above and below, and the whims of weather.


Our patio this morning was glazed with ice!
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Branches on the maple tree
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Looking back towards the labyrinth.
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Just as it was starting to melt…
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Everything is coated with a frosting of ice.
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The holly tree
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Pieces of ice falling from the branches. It was like a hailstorm of ice tubes!
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The ground is covered with melting ice falling off the branches.
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The ground is littered with branches from the white pines, too. And more ice.

It’s doing THIS again…

It’s doing THIS again! Except this time it’s about 20 degrees and windy. Pure Brrrrrrrrrrr!!!!

I’m sticking to my warm house and slippers while I do some more homework and watch the 30% snow pile up. (Glad we didn’t have a 100% chance. Wow!)

A nice pot roast is in the crockpot, and the cats all agree it’s nap-thirtyfive.