Frosty sunrise

Sunrise warming up the trees at the back of the pond

The ice sheet covering the pond was smooth as glass this morning.  I had a strong urge to step on to the ice and see how far I could glide across it.  Not far, I suspect.  The ice isn’t thick enough to hold a person, any person.  Even the animals must be unsure of it as I didn’t see any little paw or claw prints anywhere.

This time of year, the sun rises from behind the neighbor’s house across the street.  When it gets just above roof level, it shines on the trees at the back of the pond.  This morning the light was a blazing golden-orange.   Beautiful.  Or, as I called my small stone for today, Merely Magnificent.  The contradiction in terms showed up in my spam folder and I thought it described it well.

I went out to the meadows to admire the treasures of frost and sunlight that had been provided for us this morning.  The ground was crunchy with patches of leftover snow, ice, and a new sprinkling of frost.  (Note:  If you click on the photos, you will be able to see the frost better in the slightly larger versions.)

I recently posted this quote about winter:

The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination.

~ Terri Guillemets

I can’t be sure what the author meant, but to me the quote means that colors can be found anytime if you have the imagination to look for them.  I spent all of last winter looking for and finding color during the winter months so I know it’s out there even though most people tend to look at winter as colorless and drab.  Today I found color in the golden light of the sun pouring through the frosty meadows.

And it was…  merely magnificent.

Softly golden

Thanks for dropping by today and taking a walk through the meadows with me.  I hope you enjoyed the colors, flowers, and early morning light of winter as much as I did.

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