The Final Hurrah
“I surrender,” said Birch. “Winter, you are the most powerful and formidable force. I bow before you.”
The day was April 16th. The firewood was stored away. The wicker furniture was cleaned and brought into the screened-in porch and the buds on the trees began to swell with life. The morning air had turned warm and sweet, as the forest grew noisy with the flutter of activity, with its residents re-emerging. Then, in the darkness of night, the clouds rolled in.
Just when I thought I figured it all out and was so sure what comes next, Mother Nature laughed.
The following morning I woke to pure beauty. Overnight, six inches of heavy, gleaming snow blanketed the landscape. Spring succumbed to Winter, which caused every creature large and small to pause.
Winter reappeared for one final grand display. The meadow was transformed into a pristine, dreamlike setting where the world, in a wink, was silenced by Grace.
If I am to surrender to anyone or anything, let me surrender to Beauty.
Live in color,
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