Winter has a beauty all it's own.
On Saturday, DH and I took a walk by a lake. It was late-afternoon, and the sun was making beautiful shadows in the trees and on the water. It was hard to capture how lovely it all was with my camera.
The older I become, the more I love winter. I seeing the inner beauty of trees that have been stripped of leaf and flower and fruit. I also love the way you can see further in the woods in winter, and it's easier to spot wildlife. Winter skies are also some of the most breathtaking, as they are either the clearest and bluest of all skies or they are soft and cozy looking, with clouds that stretch across like warm, fluffy blankets.
I also love people who grow more and more beautiful in the winter of their lives. For some of great faith, their inner beauty shines more clearly even though the outer person may be becoming more frail.
Yet, one of the loveliest things about winter is, as Shelley says, "Oh, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?" I expect that in a couple of weeks, we'll start seeing daffodils rising up.