On this day everything is perfect. The sun seems to rise more slowly. The sky is perfectly blue. The wind is as gentle as a mother with a newborn baby. The fog has done its work under the light of the moon with the stars for inspiration. Large ice crystals hang like Christmas lights on every tree, bush and blade of grass. With each breath of wind they sparkle like fire flies. Everyone is working together in perfect harmony. More wind, the crystals fall like sprinkles of glitter on the snow below. More sun, they melt.
Each time this happens I run for my camera and coat in a futile attempt to capture what I see hoping to share it with the people I love so much. In the summer I attempt the same thing with fireflies and frogs.
Wild beautiful nature. It can never truly be captured.
Hoarfrost, deposit of ice crystals on objects exposed to the free air, such as grass blades, tree branches, or leaves. It is formed by direct condensation of water vapour to ice at temperatures below freezing and occurs when air is brought to its frost point by cooling.
Forgive Me
Angels are wonderful yet they are so, well, aloof. It’s what I sense in the mud and the roots of the trees, or the well, or the barn, or the rock with its citron map of lichen that halts my feet and makes my eyes flare, feeling the presence of some spirit, some small god, who abides there.
If I were a perfect person, I would be bowing continuously.
I’m not though I pause wherever I feel this holiness, which is why I’m often so late coming back from wherever I went.
Forgive me.
Mary Oliver
This poem is exactly how I feel about this beautiful place that I live. The first time I read this poem it brought me to tears. I thought, there is someone out there who feels exactly the same way I do. Thinking about it now I imagine there are many someones out there who feel this way.
In the country the sky is big, the view is long and the magic is never ending. I am so thankful. I too feel like I should be bowing continuously.