Winter’s Way

I was taken with this little pond and the lone reed & flower that remains upright, yet hollow.  Winter had it’s way though I see beautiful tenacity & humility with the plant’s head bowed in thankfulness.

mud, snow and hope

I roam the paths in each season and look for hope. It’s what I do-look for hope in change. Some days/seasons are easier than others. Remember when the tree was so vibrant and then the leaves began unattaching, falling and changing resting spots as the wind blew?. And I admit I was tempted like all the rest to see…

It’s winter after all

And so the day winds down…the dishwasher runs and banana bread is finishing in the oven, filling the house with the aroma of winter. The lights are dim and lamps glow just like candles on a cold night long ago. Timeless. I can hear voices of family chattering in the other room. Soothing, melodic…beautiful. It seems…