It snowed. . .Again.
Big fluffy flakes that stuck to the ground.
The problem is, is it’s April.
The end of April-not the beginning.
I’d prefer sunshine and warmth.
I long to see Spring flowers and buds on the trees.
This weather is down right frustrating.
Yet no matter where I turn it’s beautiful.
A clean, white covering.
This kind of snow is different.
It doesn’t last long.
Birds carry on their chatter as if to protest the event.
Water drips from everywhere.
It’s too warm to make icicles.
I marvel at it all.
A fresh new start.
No foot prints. . . yet.
Clean.
Our lives can be so full and cluttered that sometimes snow in Spring is just what we need.
That extra reminder to slow down.
A way to see beauty where it otherwise is missed.
I might need to look a little harder today for the good.
I will need to wear my winter jacket. . .again.
I’m grateful I have one.
The sun may not shine.
But I know it’s there.
The mountain is covered in a thick cloud cover.
But I know it’s there.
I sip my coffee in front of the fire;I’d rather be swinging on the porch.
I am content.
A Cardinal voices their opinion, another joins in the rant.
The chatter amuses me.
I sip my coffee.
I’m waiting for a phone call for our new chicks.
I’m wondering if they will arrive today.
A new day.
A new opportunity.
Looking for God in all these moments.
Milking is almost over.
A full day ahead.
There is lots to do to prepare for haying, even if it has snowed.
