It is snowing here. We are in the midst of a winter storm. Yesterday the stores were packed with shoppers buying milk, bread, and cat food. Yes cat food.
This morning we woke up to a blanket of snow and I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to get out and see the snow in its unadulterated form. I was donned with heavy coat, boots, scarf, and gloves. Nothing but beauty could penetrate my cumbersome exterior.
I went to the public garden and witnessed a sun flower burdened with snow, it bends over in submission, much like we do when the weather is pounding on us with all its fury.
A snow covered fence and a lamp post add beauty to barren branches that were once filled with green leaves and surrounded by flowers.
It is during these times that makes me think of a place far away...where the birds fly every year. The scarecrow silently points south.
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