Winter to me is Not a bad word, but instead, it is a chance to relish a beauty found only during this season.
It begins as we embrace Autumn, which is a "second spring where every colorful leaf is a flower”
The flora of Winter is as beautiful and diverse as any other season. Mums, pumpkins, gardens filled with green tops of tubars and root vegetables, the vivid green of Evergreen against a backdrop of sleeping trees with bare limbs.
And when the snow falls and ice forms into elongated spheres, I smile with contentment at the beauty that only God could create in a World that is awake instead of asleep and hibernating.
Snowflakes are winter's butterflies.
I read a quote, but do not know from whom it came.
“To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.”
Eddie and I took a Day-Trip to Boxley Valley , Arkansas to see the Elk. The drive to and from there was an everchanging painters canvas. It rained, the sun shone, we drove through the clouds as we topped mountain peaks, the colors of the leaves and foliage ranged from subtle yellows to firey oranges, the sun glimmered through puffy, cottony white clouds, the Elk were burly and their winter coats were becoming shaggy and thick, and at the close of the day and our trip, the sunset was an explosion of burning orange, vivid yellows, and glazing purples.
