Frosted flakes of patience
I could have taken a photo of the snow … to show it now reaches my knees.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
I needed some green. I needed something more than the black and white, slightly gray and crystalline world in which we’re living. I needed photos of something more luscious and cheerful than three feet of snow on the ground in eastern Ohio.
So here you go … photos from last summer. When the world was sunny and green and bright and colorful and seemingly happier than this cocoon of white that envelopes everything, including creativity.
Luscious, intoxicating lavender.
Kids with frogs (or toads!) in their pockets and grass stains on bare feet.
The tempestuous beauty of a summer storm.
Saturday night ice cream cones.
Big, bright, beautiful blooms.
Boys and dirt and chickens!
Raspberry pickin’. And the poison ivy that followed.
Lush green fields and dusty dirt roads … the road less traveled.
Very much less traveled at the moment.
Certainly not easily traveled.
But spring is coming. It is. Perhaps not soon enough for me … but …
“To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.”
I just have to be patient and enjoy today’s frosted flakes.