Snowy Day

When my children were young, one of my favorite picture books to read to them was The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats. It was such a beautiful, simple, and gentle book.

“One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.”
― Ezra Jack Keats, The Snowy Day

This morning as I watched the snow gently falling I decided to take a walk before the snow got any deeper. It was wonderful! I had my own joy-filled

The temperatures are just below the freezing mark and there is hardly any wind, a perfect time for a walk. Snow crunched under my snow boots. And a few squirrels chattered and scampered in the trees and through the new snow. But otherwise it was quiet. I met no one on my snowy day walk and simply basked in the beauty all around me.

My tracks on the path through the park beside our house were the only tracks in the new snow until I came across some squirrel tracks.

The temperature was mild enough that half the time I left my gloves in my pocket so that I could take photographs with my phone’s camera. Every so often I simply stopped and looked all around me, up and down, and basked in the beauty of the frosted tree branches and weeds.

I felt like a kid again and wondered why I didn’t go out in walking the snow more often. It is a gift to see the world through the eyes of a child. The world is full of beauty and grace when we open our eyes to it.

Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.”

― Mary Oliver

I also have some photos from a beautiful Sunday a week or so ago when kite flyers were out on Medicine Lake.