The sight of falling snowflakes filled that spot in my soul that is devoted to wonder.
Each tiny morsel unique.
Many stacked high.
Some precariously perched.
Others well supported.
Foundations varied.
Stairways formed.
Boardwalks hid.
Moss Monsters smiled.
Moose chuckled.
Mallards speculated.
And the red fox paused.
Watching snowflakes gather reminded me of the impermanence of it all. They are exquisite and beautiful, yet temporary. Here one moment, trampled and melted the next. Yet, I am forever awed by each tiny star that falls from the sky.
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Many more stars to fall on Monday. Such a beautiful posting. Thanks so much.
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Yes, now this is a winter. Thanks Watson.
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Such a treat to wonder and wander with you.
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Awww. Thanks Ellen. I’m happy to have you along–even from a distance. FYI–we’re expecting a blizzard tomorrow into Monday. We’ve got SNOW!
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Beautiful! I, of course, like the red pine (with a red-belted polypore?). But the fox is quite a catch!!!
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I, of course, thought of you when I saw that combo. Only wish the fox photo had been focused on him, rather than the trees, but still . . .
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That was beautiful!!
“I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.” Bob Dylan
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Thanks Pam. This year we’re experiencing winter. Blizzard expected tonight.
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In my opinion there is a calling here…that was a beautiful piece of work on something as simple as snow piling….a book perhaps?..speaking tours…I don’t know…I see you going somewhere with this natural ability…in your imagination.
“I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.” Bob Dylan
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You make me laugh, Pam Katz!
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