Thursday, January 16, 2020

Whimsical Happenings



LIFE
is full of
WHIMSICAL
HAPPENINGS
~ Sir. Arthur Conan Doyle


Weather in Georgia is ever changing. I've seen three seasons the past two weeks and we're about to have another bout of Winter over the weekend. The Old Farmer's Almanac predicts our cold will settle in February and we'll be pretty wet through April. How do they know, these old farmer's? I suspect that age grants you wisdom and communion with clouds, weather patterns and the whispers of ancient winds.

Trees talk of Winters past and I remember two years ago, January, when the city was blanketed in snow. A baby's blanket of white, shutting things down and delighting children and dogs who had never seen frozen rain. Everyone was outside, walking through the neighborhood, looking up as the down fell. It was pure magic.

The woods are crammed with heaven, if I may butcher the original quote. There are stars to be found in fields. Leaves chatter as I wander and the stick I use to balance my steps speaks of the caress of winds long past before it fell and became part of the forest floor. I'm amazed by the sheer size of the trees, especially this one above. It's in my Mother's back yard and I've known it all my life.

Life is full of whimsy and of miracles if you know where to look. For starters, check the mirror. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Look out the window and you'll see more magic: birds and deer, squirrels and grass. Dandelions and crab apples and the people who gather the rubbish from the bins out back.

Crammed.
Full.
Whimsical.
Miracles.

To the ever watchful, nothing is wasted. To those who pay attention, the reward is wonder.

x

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