I look upon the snowy Pennsylvania landscape this morning. It delights me still! I note the Winter Berry bush and how her branches hold up six inches of snow. It’s a wedding gown of white.
I think of all the Winter Berry’s branches have carried over the years and all the ways she appears to me outside the kitchen window: her branches hold up the dark green foliage of summer, hiding anything inside; they display a fire of bright red leaves in autumn; they lift up the ice and snow in winter; they house the Northern Cardinals in spring.
Each season offers a unique invitation to carry tasks–some a public display, some a hidden work, some a heavy load, some a work of helping others grow. So different! Yet each season is still an invitation to beauty in all forms.