For the grace of God, I think seasons are beautiful. I don't have to go any further than a few steps outside my door to be reminded of this.
Yesterday the temperature went up to about 55 degrees, melting the ice and snow, enabling us to get our car up our quarter mile driveway for the first time in more than a week. It was not fun schlepping groceries for our holiday up that icy slope, bag by bag. I thought of last year and the snow storms and the salt tablets and the stuck car.
Why am I doing it, I asked myself. Why can't my life just be easy and convenient like other people? Well, we all know the answer to that one. I chose differently. And all choices have consequences, some involving ice and steep hills.
But then, yesterday came, and the snow melted. The skies were azure blue, and we climbed to the top of our property and sat in the field, soaking in the winter rays.
Nature provides some of the best visuals in color and texture. Looking back on last week's weather fiasco, I can now appreciate the beauty of it.
Life here in the winter is anything but convenient.
Which is why it's so important to capture moments of beauty and magic and absorb them as part of the experience.
Beautiful, icy, magical winter.