A WINTER TALE
TIS THE SEASON. .
. . Thanksgiving was a day of joy and gladness with just Janie and I
participating. Beth and Trish had
to work. We let the day flow
around us and did what felt good at the time. A ride in the car seemed the order of the day.
The sky was dark and overhung with cloud and little
snowflakes drifted down. The day
stretched out before us and all around lay a scene painted in winter hues. Wild horses roam these hills and we
were brought to a halt by a herd right in the middle of the road. They were licking the asphalt (for the
salt, I suppose?) It was a photo-op, ready made!
Nevada is a place
where one discovers the beauty of muted color and one perceives that
‘beautiful’ does not necessarily mean ‘green’! As we made our way south along
the base of the Carson Range snow
levels deepened and EVERYWHERE was a Christmas Card. Slowing for groups of deer munching on the shrubbery, the
trees …..oh trees of all varieties
looked picturesque in their mantles of white, and snow like frosting on every
fencepost, branch and twig. Not a
flake was melting—the landscape was frozen into a perfect Courier and Ives
landscape.
As another
Christmas season unfolds with all it entails, my mind reels with beautiful images
and my thoughts, resting in the knowledge of the love of my family, the
faithfulness of my many friends, wherever they may be, make my heart sing.
This new season
has not been traditional in any way, but it will make a beautiful page in my
book.
MERRY CHRISTMAS,
EVERYONE !!
Love, Betty, or Mom, Granny, or Auntie?
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