Wednesday, March 1, 2023
The wilderness and desert will sing joyously, the badlands will celebrate and flower— Like the crocus in spring, bursting into blossom, a symphony of song and color.
~ Isaiah 35:1 The Message
Sunday morning, I discovered a new AccuWeather Mobile Severe Weather Notification: Drivers beware of freezing fog. I had no idea what that meant, so dove deeper and discovered that “Freezing fog is fog that forms when the temperature at the surface is at or below the freezing mark. In addition to the hazard of reduced visibility, when the fog touches roadways and sidewalks can freeze, causing icy spots.” The Notification seemed like this week’s “Sign of the Apocalypse,” with thanks to Sports Illustrated.
Four days later, this morning in fact, as I was walking, a little splash of yellow to my left caught my eye, a single brilliant yellow forsythia bloom against the blue sky. The first bloom on an entire bank of bushes that will all open before too long. The roadside in my neighborhood will sing joyously, even the badlands will celebrate and flower. Like the forsythia in spring, bursting into blossom, this is the first chord of a symphony of song and color that is on the way.
Grateful for the little things catch my eye. ~ Anne
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