Every morning after every storm is especially beautiful. One of my recent goals is to find something beautiful every single day and pay close attention to it.

This keeps me grounded, exposes me to joy, seals off the awful news pouring into our lives almost every day. I am in awe of Mother Nature, but I don’t quite understand her.

After each storm, I get up early and go outside – dressed in a nightshirt this morning, it’s cold – and find my first beautiful thing. If I take my camera out, I will find another beautiful thing. The camera is magical in this way, they lead me to beautiful things.

Mother Nature is mercurial now, she sends us this cold and ugly ice and wind and snowstorms every weekend – they are often beautiful themselves – and then, the next morning, she dances and preens and shows us her beauty.

It’s going to be in the ’50s and 60’s this week. All this snow will be done. Mud season is here early.

Is she messing with us or teaching us or warning us? We will be digging out today, maybe catching a movie later on – The Worst Person In The World – if we can dig out the snow and the roads are clear.

We both got up so early we might just to back to bed for an hour or so.  Maria shoveled a path to the animals, I can’t help with that. I can brush off the cards and do some shoveling around the back porch.

I’ll be blogging today for sure.