Under the Snow

For weeks we have had snow on our lawn. Denver almost set a record for sequential days with at least an inch of snow on the ground. When more came, we could barely tell. The white (or brownish gray as it turns after the dirt of cars and ploughs taints it) got old. When the sun came out long enough and hot enough to reveal our back yard, I was ready to jump for joy.

Until I saw the ground. After two months of snow, I had forgotten what winter does to the world in Colorado on a normal year. The grass was a dun, dreary brown. Everything was smushed and muddied from the piles of snow that had pressed it. Rotting leaves spread in a pile beneath the tree (consequences of raking, jumping, but not bagging and trashing). What happened to green? Can we have back the brilliant white that lifted our eyes to the startling blue of the sky?

Fortunately we didn't have to wait long for relief. At least for a couple days, we have more snow gracing our land.

To God be all glory.