The Morning After
February 26, 2011
In spite of the outdoor mess, I do love the morning after a storm. When the sun first emerges and calm whispers across the rolling hills every speck of foliage sparkles. Late winter, droplets cling to barren branches pushing out tiny buds wet by rainwater. On mornings like this, the air smells like the waterfalls of Yosemite, fresh and clean.
My house is positioned east and west, so I have the advantage of watching the sun escalate then later slide below farmlands and vineyards. After a rain, in the dawn sunlight, everything shines. But this morning the pasture grasses, perennials, and lawn blades are touched by frost—so much for raindrops on branches and buds. I didn’t expect to see frost but there it is white and cold, clinging to every available surface. And here I am looking from the inside out of my warm and cozy house. This is why I chose a house plan with lots of windows, so I could enjoy the view without getting cold.
In and Around the Garden 
Good thinking Dianne. You outsmarted Mother Nature and can appreciate her beauty from a warm cozy environment. Your views sound very pretty, three cheers for country life. bernadine
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