One day last week we woke to everything covered in ice. We live across the street from the most beautiful park so after our morning routine, I got little one all dressed up in her winter gear and grabbed my camera. I quickly realized everything was covered in an inch of ice, and I wouldn’t be able to stay on my feet while holding both my daughter’s hand and my camera, so we came back inside and convinced Matt to get out of bed and join us.
The walk was a bit treacherous, but we slowly made our way to the overlook nearby that has an open view of the lake, and I only fell once. =)
“Can You Imagine?
For example, what the trees do
not only in lightening storms
or the watery dark of a summer’s night
or under the white nets of winter
but now, and now, and now – whenever
we’re not looking. Surely you can’t imagine
they don’t dance, from the root up, wishing
to travel a little, not cramped so much as wanting
a better view, or more sun, or just as avidly
more shade – surely you can’t imagine they just
stand there loving every
minute of it, the birds or the emptiness, the dark rings
of the years slowly and without a sound
thickening, and nothing different unless the wind,
and then only in its own mood, comes
to visit, surely you can’t imagine
patience, and happiness, like that.”
— Mary Oliver
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