When the thermometer falls way below freezing, Mother Nature sends me a gift, a window painting so delicate and graceful that no one or nothing but her could do it.
I look at the window every morning when I get up and the temperature is well below zero, she has left a painting for me, a message: think about me, take care of me.
Todays’ are was especially beautiful, the ice painting looked like a fern.
That is so mind-boggling amazing! Like a mishmash of pine trees and feathers, waves and ferns and cake-icing swirls, is her deathly-cold artwork.
Gorgeous, Jon. It reminds me of a particular scene in Dr. Zhivago. Do you know the scene?
Sorry, Doris, I don’t