Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Hoarfrost Morning

January is almost at an end.  This morning it gave me a beautiful curtain call.  Hoarfrost was everywhere, a coating of glistening ice crystalline on every twig and surface.  The sunrise reflected itself in it with shades of rose and gold.  It was a scene that would only be on stage a few moments, taking a leading role for an hour or two until the temperature would rise enough to liquefy it all.  Then it would take a bow and disappear from sight.  I marveled at it and felt so blessed to know that even in winter God's delicate handiwork greets us
and reminds us that all is well. 


  1. Thanks for sharing our blog and your website with me...your paintings are really beautiful and your words gentle and insightful. I look forward to seeing more and perhaps will share your site with my readers sometime soon. It seems we have much in common.

    Steve Givens

  2. So glad to have you as a follower and you and your family and friends will hopefully gather often near "my cottage door".