Sunday, March 3, 2013

Day 62, March 3

We have an ornamental grass called pampas grass planted in clumps along the side of our house.  In the summer, it is a pale green color.  Now, however, it is the color of wheat.  When snow and ice cling to it, it resembles stalks of diamonds.

If I am overstating this, blame it on my writer's imagination.  Whatever whimsy possesses me to describe it this way, I could not help but be struck by its elegant beauty the other day when our area was hit by a snowstorm.  Though I am not a fan of snow, I am moved by the beauty of the Father's creations.

How could something so simple be so beautiful, I wondered.  And then I realized that the simplest things are often the most beautiful.  A child's voice, untrained and untutored, rivals that of an operatic diva when she is singing a Primary song.   Caught in the sunlight, my cat's whiskers appear to be strands of fine silk.  

So, for today, I am grateful for pampas grass silvered with snow and ice.

1 comment:

  1. That is beautiful. My kids were thrilled with an icicle that formed on our house. One icicle dripped onto the end of another, rather crooked-growing one. This made one very long icicle that was thick in the middle.