I got up with the sun this morning to see the freshly fallen snow in all its unspoiled beauty. Well, actually I got up to get the last of the garbage out before the garbage truck rounded the corner and was pleasantly surprised by the freshly fallen snow in all its unspoiled beauty.
As you can tell, there wasn’t a lot of it – just enough to leave footprints in.
This picture made me smile. I like to think of it as the Canadian version of that famous footprints poem. I don’t know anyone whose life is like a walk along a beach. I can think of a few whose path is more like trudging through the snow though. I guess in this picture I was being carried (if Jesus wears size 7 Sorels, that is).