I enjoy the unique beauty of the fields of snow. In this context, the snow is a blanket for fields and gardens, not a problem. I well remember my years of commuting to a city for work.
The snow creates a new background for the colors of houses and barns. Plants from last year catch the snow too. The spring is long here, with plenty of time to prepare our perennial gardens, which mostly take care of themselves, for a new season.
My parents have January birthdays. Dad went to Heaven in 1983 and my mom in 2004.
How I grieved for them, yet now while I still miss them, there is a sense of new peace–like the beauty of the fields.
on the gravestones
we shall meet again