It happens perhaps once a winter, maybe twice. Every twig on every tree is luminously coated with ice, producing a brilliant, exquisite sheen in the morning sunshine. The countryside is masterfully staged.
Storms of freezing rain are nature’s magical method of trimming her trees. It’s simple. The weight of the ice snaps off the twig; sometimes a whole branch. Trees are thus pared.
Unfortunately Jude’s windshield was walloped by one yesterday that caused a thousand cracks in the glass. God realized that he’d gotten a little exuberant with his ICECAPADES . He thus created auto insurance!
“There is always some great leveling circumstance”, wrote Emerson.
Every one of your posts is a treasure. I hope you can put them all in a book. I read your posts every morning after my prayers. Talk about faith, hope, love, and joy…your messages embody this and are always a good way to start my day!
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That last post was from Maryjane ❤️
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