The frothy-petaled astilbe that graced last summer’s garden is fast asleep now beneath a feather-quilt of snow; each slumbering seed head nods and dreams beneath a starry diadem.
I prick my ears to the hush of winter woods, a profound stillness disturbed only by the occasional sough of wind in the pines. I absorb the sacredness of blue light across these silent hills, where the soft-edged shadows of trees are brushstrokes of palest cornflower blue.
Winter’s intricate mysteries stir my curiosity. I wonder, how many thousands of individual flakes plait together to form a single skein of snow?
A shy sun begins to peek through a veil of pearly cloud, and all at once, I’m embraced by the miracle of snow-light. All around me, the tiny surfaces of snowflakes flare with filaments of sun until the whole world sparkles like a penny Valentine. I dare not breathe and break the spell. Bedazzled, I watch as winter works its crystalline magic.
Leaning closer, I stoop to photograph a wand of astilbe with its snowy crown and happen to capture the delicate form of a single snowflake – one fragile star that fell from the skies to find its place here in my sleeping garden. Its tiny perfection bears witness to the infinite artistry of creation, to the unique and unrepeatable preciousness of the soul.
Here in a cathedral of twinkling snow, I look around in reverential silence and whisper thanks for this day, for this moment, for the wondrous, fleeting glory of this life.
I love the way astilbe looks in the snow! Also, hydrangeas at end of season, feathered with first snowfall. Beautiful, Amy. As usual:).
Thank you, Kristine! And I agree with you: hydrangeas look gorgeous with a dusting of snow. I like knowing we share a love of snowswept gardens. xox
Amazing how you caught that tiny snowflake…beautiful! 🙂
Thank you, Kathi! When I was going through my photos afterwards, I was stunned when I saw that little snowflake!xoxo
blessed be beautiful. once again, my breath is taken. and betwinkled with stars…..
we have no snow here right now. only mush. thank you for transporting me to a place beyond dreams, the place where your poetry, your prayer, and your infinite lens melts me….
I love dreaming my dreams with you, dear Barbara. Thank you for your perennial kindness. xoxo
Such an amazing catch, that single snowflake!
I’m charmed by the idea that you’re finding joy and wonder amidst the sun-glistened flowers, while I stand at the ocean’s edge, utterly transfixed by sunbeams that flash like diamonds atop the frothy waves.
I was thrilled to capture that tiny star from heaven! In January, our Illinois weather is the true polar opposite of yours in California! I love that we each find joy and wonder right where we’re planted! xox
Thank you for sharing the beauty and small miracles of your world. Here is where we connect and feel the perfection of it all. ❤
Thank you, Lorraine! The world is such a wondrous place, isn’t it? When we reach out to share beauty wherever we are, there is joy. xox
Your words and photos are absolutely magical …
Thank you so much, Nancy! It’s a delight to share them with you here. xoxo
Wonderful. So beautiful and so foreign to me. And that tiny, perfect snowflake ❤
Thank you so much, Sara! I’m delighted to know you enjoyed visiting my winter woods. What is January like where you live? I’d love to hear about it. xoxo
Hot! I live in New South Wales in Australia. Hot, often wet, green and nary a snowflake in sight. 🙂
New South Wales, how lovely! I can close my eyes and imagine the beauty that surrounds you there. . . xox
Amy, whenever I see that you’ve given us a new post, I get a little thrill, wondering what you’ll offer today, what secret world you’ll take us to with you. You never disappoint, and I could never choose my favorite.
I like to think that many of my posts are a little bit of home for you, Ann. I miss having you here in town with me, but love connecting with you here in the ether. Your kindness and love are a gift. Much love to you and yours~ xox
Amy,
I hope you are saving all your posts so that one day they can be bound into a beautiful book. Your words are a gift to all who read them.
xxoo
Ellen, what a perfectly lovely thing to say! Thank you so much. I love sharing my words with special people like you. Blessings~ xoxo
Soul poetry. Just the words to read this morning, as I bundle up for my own winter walk in icy New Hampshire.
I’ll be walking along with you in spirit, my friend. xoxo