The Midwest truly is a miraculous land where everything simply grows. After just one afternoon of 40-degree temperatures, I thought I spied a few tiny buds already beginning to peak into the treetops and the grass definitely seemed greener. However, even as we catch a glimpse of Spring, I still love to see the sun twinkle off the last of the Winter’s snow.
Even while we wait for Spring to leak color back into the world there is still beauty to be found in God’s frozen creation. Tiny miracles are always underfoot.
Even in the dead of winter, the ducks are happy to preen in the Roaring Fork River, paying no mind to their chilly feet. They politely posed for photos on this sunny and blessed afternoon.
When out for a stroll in the Colorado mountains, it’s impossible to be blue with brilliant skies and views like this. Walks like this with my parents were a welcome blessing this year.
Although I am now an adopted Hoosier and happy to call Indiana home, I will never tire of returning to the place where I was raised and gazing up valley. This is a singular view which God continues to bless us with every time we visit.
Bouncing a baby through her first ever holiday season has been one of the greatest blessings of my life and has also completely zapped my usual blogging time. The spare moments which used to be dedicated to accumulating nature photos and stringing together flowery writings are often consumed with dirty diapers and baby giggles. Thus, today’s post comes to you from one frozen grey afternoon in Indiana when we finally saw the first flurries of snow drift through the bare trees. I pray everyone had a happy Thanksgiving filled with family and good food. I also hope this Advent season can be a time of reflection for everyone. Happy Friday!
Amid numerous walks this year with baby girl, watching the autumn chill drain the color from the world was like watching a master painter in reverse. Each and every perfectly shaded petal faded to monochrome by the tiniest increment every day, beautiful long after full bloom just as God intended.
As I write this post, mid-November, we are still patiently awaiting the first snow of the season. There’s a persistent chill in the air and the ghoulish Halloween decorations are being replaced by cheery lights and candy canes. However, for several weeks, our neighborhood was ablaze with colors like this. It was a blessing to watch the trees rain down their fiery foliage in Indiana this season.
Sometimes, immersing ourselves in nature’s loveliness is as easy as leaning in for a closer look. As the air turns cold and the leaves rain from the trees, I’m remembering blessed summer moments like this.
During a camping trip this summer we were blessed to share our campsite with some unexpected visitors. Our baby girl giggled while meeting these feathered friends and they happily grazed about camp all weekend long.
Blessed in the Midwest 