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.
The famous Midwestern wind can always bring a dash of patriotism to a chilly winter stroll as was the case on this blessed, clear afternoon.
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.
Amid the grey Midwestern winter, baby girl and I take every opportunity to soak up the sunshine and God’s blessings, after cozying up in our favorite handknits of course.
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.
There are many wonders to enjoy during the Christmas season in my childhood home and we were blessed to witness them this year despite an uncharacteristically dry Colorado Christmas. Even though there was no snow to augment the twinkling lights of the Hotel Colorado and the Glenwood Hot Springs Pool we made sure to stroll by both while we were in town. Glenwood lit in its’ seasonal glory was a first for my husband and baby though it certainly won’t be a last.
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.
Blessed in the Midwest 