This winter turned out fairly mild, to my great delight. (I’m not a tremendous fan of the cold, being more of a summer gal.) As I look back over the past few winters — all of which involved ice and plenty of snow — I came across some photos of the pear trees in my backyard.
It struck me that each branch — though sheathed in snow and ice — showed the promise of spring through the early buds forming on each branch. Nature has a way of working in her own time, as anyone knows who has patiently waited for a baby to enter the world, or prepared for a dear one to leave.
Birth and death, winter and spring. All seasons cycling through nature.
As we patiently wait for cold to warm, it helps to see the promise of spring held in the forming buds of a snow coated tree.