This morning I was up a bit earlier than Mom and decided to take the camera outside and shoot a few pictures in the yard. The sun had risen, but it was also lightly snowing so the sky has a certain ethereal quality.
These are the views of my childhood, something taken very much for granted back then. This morning I so appreciated the quiet, beauty (at least to my eyes) and familiarity of these sights. The deer tracks so close to the house helped remind me how close to nature the farm is unlike my house in Vancouver and condo in Minneapolis. These are the scenes of my start where I was taught some of the tough realities about life and death. As this new year begins there is solace in knowing I learned these lessons decades ago and can apply them now during my time of grief. And aren't I fortunate to have had to wait so long to apply this knowledge.
Not only will 2016 be the year of the sock and spinning as much as possible, it will also be the year of gratitude because I have been given so much and it started here on the farm.
Happy New Year, my readers. Happy New Year.
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