Picture A Winter Morning

It's dark this morning. The thermometer outside the kitchen window shows 12f above zero, and there is a heavy overcast. The clouds are high enough that I can see the buttes, but it lets very little light through. The colors are very dark on the fields. The newly worked ground is rich and dark like French roast coffee. The big round bales of alfalfa hay are nearly invisible except for their deep black shadows against the green fields. The lights from the neighboring farms are weakly shining through the mist which nearly obliterates the trees in the lowland near the river. A skim of snow shows the tire tracks in the parking area. I have a cup of fresh coffee, a warm house, and the love of my family covering me like a soft warm blanket.

God is so good

Agape
Lee