A most marvellous hoarfrost occurred overnight. Among many other acts of grace it performed, it turned the commonplace – in this case, a clothespin and clothesline – into beautiful works of art.
Tag: grace
Cloaked
A windmill and the bush behind are graced with a cloak of white, courtesy of a late morning snowfall.
Art, overhead
Snow, collecting on the roof of our shed.
Tree in Field, Chatham-Kent
This tree stands, living through snow, rain, cold, heat, anything and everything thrown at it. It doesn’t rail against, revile, complain about, whine about the onslaught. Life is what it is, to be accepted and dealt with.
Stop and look
I passed through the gate on my way to the car this morning. This work of art clung to the gate I could have glanced at it, said ‘neat’ and kept moving. Instead I stopped to admire and give thanks.
The more I look, the more I see.
Pairs, figure swimming
Like ice skaters, this pair of mute swans (link to allaboutbirds.org) moved with grace, at times as one. 
Learning
I’m learning to open my eyes, look down and up and around, to find blessings in unexpected places and at unexpected times. I’m learning how much I don’t know, and that’s good. It’s humbling and that’s also good.
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