Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Snow Days

For all the white stuff deposited here this week, our weariness of the season and all its trappings, there are pleasing bits of gnarly magic poking out of the snow here and there.  Sometimes, the dried fronds, wands and seed heads have curving, sinuous shapes, and they are always potent suggestions that it is not the season "getting old", but we who stand about in snowdrifts and bear witness to its passing.

Our all-too-human perceptions totter, wither, fade and take on strange shapes in late winter.  We need reminders of the earth's own wonder, magic and infinite change from time to time, in this case a desiccated strand of common tansy with flowing arty curves and a background of deep blue snow.

4 comments:

Pienosole said...

Thank you for this reminder. It has indeed been quite a winter.

sarah said...

Such a beautiful truth.

sandra hagan said...

crisp picture.....crisp words....straight to the heart...

Tabor said...

When everything looks dead or deeply asleep, it is nice to be reminded that time is moving and what we saw before will come again!