Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. In December 2021, the sun shone and the roads were clear so off we drove to visit the winter wonderland of our area. Here we are on Grant County, WA Road V NE and Road 47NE in at the top of the hill of infinite snowy hills and fields.
So beautiful, we paused and pulled over to view the seemingly infinite rolling hills and fields in winter silence– so still, with only a small breeze. The ice crystals in the snow sparkled and we smiled at winter’s gift: the needed precipitation for spring’s fields. I should have called the poem, Winter’s Gift— but we were almost over the hill, and that was the moment we paused. Always find time to pause.
Over the Hill
Over the hill
And by the fields
Covered in snow
For summer yieldsPause on the hill
Sheri Edwards
Cold’s bitter sting
Is winter’s best gift:
Snow melts in spring.
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