This morning I awoke to a foggy, gray, dreary day. Until I looked closer. The frost had frozen on the trees and vegetation in lacy, delicate, beautiful patterns. I just had to grab my camera and run out in the yard. It reminds me of a chapter in a book I am reading by Annie Dillard. The chapter is about "seeing", and how impoverished we are when we don't take the time to treasure the beauty that is all around us. It was certainly beautiful this morning -- even in the middle of my least favorite season!
Thanks, God, for this treasure and opening my eyes to see it!