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.