It’s been an unusual spring in Vermont. A day of record breaking heat followed by a blizzard that unleashed two feet of snow on the Northeast Kingdom.
Snowy days, cold days, gunmetal gray skies, all harbingers of a season that should be long gone but I know winter can’t last forever despite what Mountain Man says. I rejoice in each frigid day knowing the cold will leave when nature decides its time and last night, my patience was rewarded..
Right at sunset.
Pink piercing the gray.
Gentle colors filtered through trees laden with buds, tired of frost.
Morning once again. Time for barn chores. And look what awaited me.
World of mist, hints of azure.
Sun, so long absent bringing all it illuminates into sharp relief.
Ephemeral mist.
Lending enchantment to our farm.
And I thought of this passage I had so recently read, written by Louisa May Alcott: “Far away, there in the sunshine, are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them and follow where they lead.”
Today I will walk into the sunshine and embrace its warmth.
