Snow

Just when I thought that our Creator had finished making our bed, he added another blanket of white. And once again, back to the shoveling. As piles grew higher, I wandered in thought to greener pastures. My guardian angel lightly tapped my shoulder. "Hey sulker, notice God's creation?" Change of thought process. Ok, God. I'll try to find joy in this. I then take notice in the bitsy things. Either Flopsy, Mopsy and/or Cottontail have been hopping around Gemstone Trail.  This dawn they had stamped their prints all over the white quilt, thumping here and their looking for a nibble to eat.

They must have had company because alongside the fluffy's prints were forked stamps the size of wee feathery friends.

Still shoveling and shoveling. Shoveled some more. (Did I mention I was still wearing my pink pajama bottoms? I don't think the garbage collector noticed.) You know, this winter land IS really beautiful, I tell myself. I don't mind it so much NOW. New thought bubble. Fr. Moreau once told us about his missions in African. He tried to explain to the children there what snow looked like for they had never seen it. I can't imagine not ever being able to imagine snow, let alone never to have seen it. I think it must closely resemble a newly baptized babe's soul. Thoughts wander again to my children indoors. I must return to them. The shovel grew heavier or I grew weaker. Time to go in and begin the day.