... and crunching ice under our feet.
The ice was what scared us. Ice on branches looming over power lines that could crash down at a moment's notice, which they did. We were spared, though many were not. And I can honestly say, that as much as I love the privacy of the hundreds of trees in my backyard [Truth be told, I could sing an ode to my poplar, I love it so] I didn't love them quite so much when they loomed ice-laden over my home.
|stepping on fallen pine a safe distance away|
Rivers of melted ice ran down the street today. I watched snowmen topple from my writing table in my bedroom that overlooks our hill. And with the disappearing ice I knew our time holed up was also disappearing. This is good. We need groceries. I need Pho. And man do I need a quick run to Target. But I know that when I look back at the winter of 2014 I won't remember it for the things I feared, the potentially falling trees and downed power lines. I will remember it instead for the crunching ice under my one-year-old son's feet, the clumsy snowman with a lego nose, and the baking and breaking of bread with those I love. It is the love I will remember most.
Surely there are far more than three beautiful things here. Hope you had a good Thursday and are staying warm and safe despite the winter that just won't quit!